For Thoup Thursday, I made some borsht. Cabbage? Beets? Why would any child eat this soup?
The whole thing is very scary for me because I have never tasted borsht, let alone say or spell it. It involves beets, I could lose you there. Reading on, you will find things like potato, sausage and carrots. Some tasty friends to hold your hand and help you along.
I’m sickish today with dusty, vine harvest air and decided to start my hot sauce.
No better companion for hot sauce making than Vladimir Vysotsky. I haven’t heard this album in so long. Brent must have bought this beauty. I don’t even remember why. I was looking through the i-thing to find a Yes album to sit through.
Failing that, this ‘V’ listing spoke to me. I was looking for a Yes album because we were watching a “ prog rock “ documentary. Back in the day of the late nineties, when I first heard the phrase “ prog rock “ I thought the man said “ Prague Rock. “ Prog Rock is not for a girl, but a boy. I wasn’t familiar with the genre. I didn’t have the proper chromosome combo to appreciate the music.
And so I make the borsht because the kids arrive soon. Other than knowing how to search for his name, I don’t know much about Vladimir Vysotsky ( or is it Vissotski? ). He reminds me of the Belgian Jacques Brel or the American Tom Waits or Madeline Kahn in Blazing Saddles.
Here he is with Le Vol Arrête: