Be Tough And Smart, Like Emelin And Markov


I can’t say for sure of course, but I’m willing to bet that when the moms of Andrei Markov and Alexei Emelin visit their boys, the first thing they do is whip up a big pot of borscht. Same with Mrs. Ovechkin and Mrs. Datsyuk and Mrs. Malkin and the rest of the Russian mama brigade. I’ll just bet they do.

I’m not a big fan of this soup. It’s quite red and it smells like cabbage and beets. Probably because it has cabbage and beets in it.

Regardless, I’m giving you a gift today. Be smart like Markov, tough like Emelin, crafty like Datsyuk, explosive like Ovechkin and Malkin. You can be all of these, if you eat your borscht.

Here’s what you do, compliments of Luciena Kane.

Take a big pot and fill it three quarters full with water. Three quarters of a pot will keep you in borscht for days on end. You can take it to work with you.

Boil small pieces of beef in the pot until beef is tender.

Fry onions in a frying pan. As many as you want. Try not to let your tears drop into the pot.

Throw onions, grated beets and carrots, along with green peppers and tomato paste, into the boiling water. Don’t put your finger in the water when it’s boiling.

Add potatoes and cabbage to concoction.

Cook everything in the water until the potatoes are soft. Softer than Gomez, Bourque, and Kaberle.

Put in a bowl, top off with sour cream, salt, and parsley, and eat like crazy.

And while you’re doing that, I’m having a cheeseburger. I know I’m bad. A hundred million Russians can’t be wrong.

7 thoughts on “Be Tough And Smart, Like Emelin And Markov”

  1. This sounds “wonderful”. However, it’s something I probably will never touch in my lifetime (like Haggis or Blood Pudding).

    I’ll join you and have a big giant cheeseburger Dennis. Add in a nice large beer and fries and I’m all set.

    There’s a rumor that Montreal may have “Ice Girls” soon. Nice to see girls but this is kind of a crummy idea. Only benefit is if we are having a terrible game we have them to look at it.

  2. Darth, I don’t want cheerleaders, even though they’d be lovely to look at. For me, cheerleaders belong in football and basketball. So I hate the idea. Maybe I’m just an old dinosaur. I also hate third jerseys.

  3. What kind of beef does Lucie use? I’ll whip up a batch — sounds yummy!

    Cheerleaders? What the hell? No!! Honest to God, if they bring cheerleaders in I’m gone. Swear to God.

    And Americans. Americans on our team and maybe cheerleaders. I don’t get it. I’ll stick to watching my kids play and get more enjoyment anyway.

    Three jerseys? Home, away and confused?

  4. Marjo, she uses a stew beef. And I’m with you, I don’t get this cheerleader business at all.

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