Fascinating book of food mores in a harsh climate with a short growing season, a place to escape from, a place accustomed to privation. I liked the giant masonry stove of many uses, "chiming the storm" to help travelers overland, and the "normal hard times", including the Soviet food shortages both natural and manmade. I won't soon forget people milling about a place where "sausage was about to appear", having sussed this information out somehow. The word derivations throughout were very helpful to me, and the literary references were great. The author doesn't leave politics out, but it does not overwhelm her narrative except possibly in her Preface where in a discussion of the many problems she encountered, she explains how her "pursuit" was saved by Russian hospitality. "Ordinary people asked me to dinner. We crowded around tiny tables, eating with mismatched plates and forks in tiny, rudimentary kitchens, and the food was delicious." I was only sorry she didn't go on to mention what her grandmother had to say about that.