"We were young, students, without anything to eat, during the war, but we danced!" Selia tells me, speaking of the time she and so many others from Romania spent as refugees in Buguruslan, Siberia (Russia) during the Nazi occupation in 1941.
And that is where Nama bought these syrniki that inspired the above Ode to Cheese. In the Northeast here the food reminds me of a lot of food from Moldova, especially the farmer's cheese that these delectable treats and filled with. In Chisinau, Moldova, we call it brinza. It comes sweet, salty, and natural and at the market, the vendors will let you try a bit of this kind and that kind so you can choose just the right brinza for your taste. We don't really have anything like brinza in Seattle, so my Grandma Raia used to make it herself. I still remember the cheesecloth hanging from one of the kitchen cabinets, straining. The process took a few days.
So here you have it - an ode to food and to dance. At 89 years of age, Selia can dance up a storm on the dance floor, because dancing, like eating is a life-long endeavor!