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Yesteerday husband and I went to the Russian Market. (Coney Island has a lot of people from Russia and other places near there. You are nearly as likely to hear Russian here as you are to hear Spanish in Sunset Park, not quite, but almost.) There are a number of Russian markets therefore. This one is the best we have seen. It is, for one thing, huge.

There was a bakery area, that was not too hard to figure out, breads are rather universal. There were a lot of gleaming brown buns with raisons. We resisted those, and got a nice rye and a white bread.We got some cookies too. And there was a steam table where you could buy prepared food by the pound. It was big enough to count as a restaurant. And only a block from the beach. In the summer we can get food there and picnic! I picked out a mushroom pate thing, and some mystery dumplings, and some fish salad.Kind, efficent people weighed up our selections and stuck the cover and price on. Nothing we picked out reached 5$ And I did not take, but was astonished by, absolutley 1950s era meat and entire vegtables suspended in old school I-kid-you-not aspic!! I had never seen aspic in the wild before. The thing that they make in the South and call Ambrosia is a cousin of aspic, but is a desert.

There was a whole aisle of caviars. Some of them were inside a case that opens with a key! We did not buy caviar, maybe someday a tiny bit, as a special treat. As a kid my mom used to make shad roe for breakfast sometimes. We had it with eel discs fried in cornmeal. Shad roe fresh is not salty like caviar, it is just really warm and good. You can eat it kind of like fishy oatmeal. That is to say, a lot of it. Caviar you cannot tuck away like that, even if you could afford to.

There was a candy aisle. We bought some mystery candy. It has a picture of a warrier on the front with long mustaches, waving a sword from a horse. It proved to be chewy chocolates filled with fruit. Nice,

I got some liver pate, at least that is what I think it is. It was not labeled in English. It is delicious on bread and very filling. There was a fruit and fresh vegetable section, more choice and more interesting than the local Key food. There was a beer area. Next time for that.

Oh, I forgot to say-- cheese! Interesting cheeses, some I knew, some unkown to me. We got some. And some crackers. So for supper we just deployed everything. No work for me to do at all.

Somehow, late at night last I managed to burn my hand quite badly. I had something heating on the stove, and it heated up a plate which I then went to pick up. Blistered the thin skinned L shaped area between my thumb and fingers. Spent most of last night with ice on it. Now I have a very dramatic looking bandage there. It is a hard area to bandage, so the only good way was to wrap the whole hand. Burns are best kept dry and clean. Lucky for me it is my left. I am a believer in large bandages anyway. Better to buy the huge size, you might need it. You can always cut it down later if not. So I had gauze and tape, good thing. I also keep that stuff in the kitchen. No sense in keeping your blood-stoppers in the bathroom. Kitchen is where the cuts and burns happen.

(A very wise paramedic once told me that if you come into a house where something ugly and violent has happened the kitchen is the room you should worry about. It is full of weapons. We just don't think of them that way.)

But that is a minor annoyance. My hand will be well in a few days. I am leaving the dishes to others for a while. And obv can still type.

In other news-- daughter got reeds for her Christmas sax. The person selling it did not include them. I was worried that it was no good, but she played it today, and it is quite workable and I think the sound of it is lovely. She plays alto sax, and this one may be a smaller sort, but it works, I had worried so that it would not. Daughter already has the puttering habits of musicians. She spent a good few minutes fussing with straps and sucking her reed. She had brought home music from school. She did those odd discordant tootles that sound so funny when multiplied by a whole orchestra, and then a scale, up up up, graceful as a jumping deer. And then music. Over the years we have bought a lot of instruments. Mostly for my son. He has an accordian, a trumpet, a digeriedo, he can play anything. He just doesn't. Daughter is different. She has stuck with band now for years. She plays the sax, and it matters to her. For years whe had been using the school sax, with other peoples spit in it, and buttons held on with glue. When she saw we had gotten her her own she hid her face. I am just glad it works.
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