#borscht

[pukomuko]

soup centric culture

[haveyoueatenthis]

[justacynicalromantic]

People be like "Russia is not imperialistic"🤡 - and then the most famous Ukrainian chef cannot open a restaurant of the most famous Ukrainian cultural food in Japan, because Japanese widely consider borscht a Russian dish and so would avoid the restaurant thinking it to be Russian🫤🫤🫤🤯🤯🤯

[henk-heijmans]

Borscht (sour soup), 1935 - by Margaret Bourke-White (1904 - 1971), American

[johannesbellerophon]

the last recipe in my cookbook (for now!) 

intro

shakshuka

how to chop an onion

[fattributes]

Classic Red Borscht

[madredp]

Old sketch humanization of the Ukrainian national dish - Borscht!

Maybe it is worth doing so with other dishes?

[bananarchy4ever]

New zine in my sh0p, proceeds going to queer Ukrainian initiatives and frontline fundraisers lead by antifascists. My own personal recipe, from my kitchen to yours.

[alexplantewpg]

drawing some ingredients for a borscht recipe

PSA while i’m writing and assembling this cookbook, which i suspect will take a while, i’m posting recipes twice a month over on Patreon!

[culinaryplating]

Happy Independence Day Ukraine

[benslittlestarkiller]

Vladimir Makarov Headcannon Imagines Part 2

A continuation of part 1 but you don't have to read the last one to understand what's going on. Thanks for reading!

💋

The mansion is a sprawling Gothic estate nestled in the wooded hills of St. Petersburg. Each room filled with elegant furnitures and beautiful artwork. The mansion has the feel of a grand Russian palace, complete with rich tapestries and a grand staircase.

Vladimir has many homes throughout Easter Europe. For example the Penthouse of Moscow Lakhta Center where he had a penthouse. And now he took you in a plane private jet to St Peterberb where he had a nice palace.

">I want you Vladddy," You say as you enter his office where he does business (you don't know what it is tho).

"I'm busy right now, moya malenkaya smetana (my little sour cream)" Vdaddy said in reply. He was liok at his papers on his desk, look of concern tration on him.

You glance at floor in dissappoint.

Your eye fluttes with sad. As tear fall from eyevd. You ran away from Vladimirs office where you collided with a firm chest of your body guard Pavel, a young birivle attractvie byff and manly man. "Oh, Pavel," you said. "I'm so sorry excuse me..."

"It's alright Miss..." Pavel beeathed in your scent and his cheek turn pink as he feel your soft form against chest. Pink like sunset over Russian mountains. Or over Black Sea. Also pink like when you mix the yogurt into the borscht (a Ukraininan dish).

Salthouggh your hearts on ly beat for your Vladdy ou can't help but buosh as you see the blush like the sunset of the black sea on the rosy cheeks of Pavel. He was your age too, not an old man like Vladimir (unless you are picturingthe 2023 Reboot Vladimir in which case Pavel and he are about same age).

OASSION Rhere is looked of uncertain yet uundeniable PASSION that bubbled up like a pot of cooking foods in kitchen of palace, of Vladimirs gome, but you never went there it was the servants place not yours as Vladimirs TSARINE.

HE hands come up to toxuch waste. He hand warm bur not as large and rough as Vladmir Pavela hands were thin and bony like the bones left over after taking all the meat off the chicken but your maid did it for you so you didn't know anyrhing bout cocking clean or maid things. That was for poor people

You breathed out a moan of desire as Pavel touché you. "Pavel, we can't......" Ypu suad.

"He does n have to j kow,"pabel sai

"But.... he in there" you gestured to the offive door wide open

"So?" Pavel push you against Wale

I moan loud like whale in sea but probably not black sea (I'm not sure, pls marine bilogy timblr tell me if whales in black sea)

As moan loud vlsDIMOR put down paper in office. He grab glock from under desk, as his browns ferrowed/creased deeply in annoyance “Vhat is zat?” he askred a

s he made he way too the door two find the two of you psvrl and you pressed against the whale. bodies pressed together in a passionate and steamy embrace.

Panel had strated eto kiss along your neck and his lips were touching your pulse pount. VLADimgr saw RED.

I BREAK KNEEE!!!!

“ he screanmed

loud as thunde3r

Pavel immediately pissed his pants

the room’s hallway filled with the scent of urine. which made Vladimire even more mad. “That carpet cost million rubels@!”

Vladmir tke gun and point at Pastvel knee. The knee cap burt in expllosion of red viscera and Pabel creamde

Vladmir stood over Pavel and look at him with green eye, “ while the blue eye look at AyOu

You shiuvered under his penetrating gaze

It touched you deeply in your core and made your tsarina parts (as vladdy called it)

WET like a bottle of vodka

taken out of freezer and left to chill on counter, drips of condensation drippign down the side

You looked back at Vladmir “No, don’t hurt Pavel, he didnt do anything”

“HE TOUCHED YOU??? You bELGONG to ME! Not HE!!!”

“Tjat why I BREAKING KNEE!!” He say calmly, in a voice that chilled you to the bone like Lake BAikal in midst of cold Russia winter

Tear fall from your eye balls as you say “It meant nothing to me. I love you Vladdy. I sweat.”

Pavel screaming in pain still as he bleeds out on the carpet. Vladimir steps over him, bringing hand to your kneck.

He grips softly, but not hardly.

“Promise me,” He seeth. “Promise me youre MINE.”

‘I yours!”

He smile at you and his grop on your hip tightens, dgging into soft flesh like dough of unbaked bread in the morning at the bakery down thre street that your servants picked up for you.,

Vladmir push you up aga8nst the opposite wail, against a gilt framed painting of a woman

Actually it was the famous russian pwainting “The Last Day. OF Pompeii” buy artist Karl Bruylokovs

(sporry for spelling mistake keyboard still hard to tip with) 💔

)

Psinting wobble on wall as Vlamir push you up against in it, you man in pain but also pleasure as you feel his body press into yours.

Your reach back behind to grab holds of painting,m ripping open the canvas with your acrylics

The rip is loud and vladmir smile smat you. “Naughty girl.: “

HGe smirks

“Noo im’ a good girl, vladdy,”

“Oh really, my little sour cream?” He

“Yes”

“Then why were you with that bastardous trator PAvel? Huh? You’ve been bad, you’ve been a naiughtly little WHORE”

“Your walls clench at his words, you feel yourself getting wetter as your secretions flow from you like vodka pouring into a glass.:”

“What”

Vladimir pressed his aching ock agaisnt your pussy where it was covered with your expensive armani dress

HE RIP DRESS]

in his hasty desperation to have access yo tour tsarina part

His throbbing cok was a large as AK 47 and ready to be shot. He aligns hinself in your entrace and thrust inside like a train arriving at the Moscow metro station, and your cunty was just as deep but tight like the tunnels of train

you moan in unbridle pleasure and lusty as he fill you deeplu , he trust into you so hard the painting frsme shook and broke

But neither of your cared too much abot this piece of Culture being destoryed, even Vladdy who loved Russia did nt care cuz your pussy felt so good, the grip of your tsarina aparts eased the anger inside home turning it into firey passion of love. You make him eel things he thought he never feel.

He want make baby inside you, make son, cute and small like Cheburashka. Vladimir’s favorite cartoon when he wass a childe (both OG and reboot)

His trusts grew harder and farter as he filled you deeper

Farter and fatter he thrusts

You were lost to bliss as he pounded your cunty

You wailed like you had just seen baba yaga in the forest but these were wais of pleasire not fear

Your wills grippped him as you started to lose control of your senses, your body shake violently like a bartender shaking up a malibu barbie pink cocktial with vodka, raspberry lemonade, grenadine and edible glitter well shaken and poured over ice with a pink heart shaped straw that the two of you enjoyed whn you went to see the Barbie movie together) and as you grip the paitning behind you, ripping it to shreds as you come on his cookie, Vladimnir throw his head back and growl out like a wolf in woods holwing to the moone.

He come deep inside womb, filling you wit thick heft and creamy condensed mlik like spurts like a Matryoshka doll as you put the dolls inside one another.

You two stay entwines and he rubs your belly with his large man hand, hariy on knuckles, “Mone.” he say, voice filled with devoation for yOU

SHorytly after your love makeing was completed, Vladimir whisked you away to bedroom. Maid came along and swept up destroyed artwork and cleaned blood and urine from carpet. Pavel’s family never saw his son nor his body for the funarl. closed casket. Presumed Missing. but in reality dumped into Neva river. His young wife and three children cry. Little do they know that Pavel was in love with You, so he was unfaitfu….

9 months later

Mikhail and Vladimir Jr sat in front of television watching the cartoon Masha and the Bear, Baby Mikhail was newborn and still had baby soft spot on head and needed to be supported with a baby chair, Vladimir Sr smiled wistfully, remembering his own childhood when he lived with his familyu in Khrushchevka in the city of Ivanono where he live with his mother and father and luttle brother and when in 1980 when he watched the 1980 Moscow Olympics and the bear was named misha which is what he and You decide to name your son after the bear.

Vlsdmir and yiou watch family as maid cook and clean.

The wen d

[guy60660]

Eduard Potapenkov

[sprintingowl]

About The Borscht Backer Level

So you may have noticed that in my brawler ttrpg Dead Beats there's a backer level that gets you a borscht recipe.

This is because I am whimsical and impulsive and unable to resist a good pun---not because I am a particularly good cook.

However, a deal is a deal, and I will do my best for the sake of this kickstarter.

I am entering my borscht training arc.

You will (if you back at any of the custom content levels or the joke borscht level) get a borscht recipe alongside your tabletop game.

I will do my best to ensure it is delicious, and to honor your support of my game about pulling cards and punching demons.

[morethansalad]

South Russian Borscht with Beans & Prunes (Vegan-Friendly)

[twentydaysofmay]

originally inspired by this post from @trucks-fuck-in-purgatory (who also drew the ithkuil image used here with permission)

[eating-the-inedible]

GUYS

I WILL HAVE BORSCHT VERY SOON

IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

IM HAPPYYYYY