Salad "Tashkent"

Toka instead of a tail - a braid from ... stick out

and, well, I'm guessing, it's a lizard !!!!

Well, they look decent, but how are they expressed ...

Etta is an optical effect, there are such utipups on the outside, but inside -!

[vinegar and pepper.]

She is also a turup (in Uzbek it is pronounced almost like a corpse, the first "u" is swallowed).

My favorite option is to cut the radish into thin strips (I chick on a berner for Korean carrots), carrots, garlic, herbs and poured with kefir (yogurt). Mom likes to refuel vinegar and pepper.

So my husband runs like that! Therefore, if I have time to sack a bunch of him, and with linseed oil or sour cream!

then the outside is so utipups, but inside -

and some of them are just like that outside

and some of them are just like that outside

are you talking about Lenka?

Yes, we are!

And in this restaurant they baked and sold an unusually tasty Bird's milk cake.

They haven't done that for a long time, Anh. At least in 1993 they were already doing such rubbish that I cannot convey. Although, maybe, later they began to make "that very" incredibly tasty cake again.
I once worked in the Road Section - such a large, beautiful building near the North Station, do you remember that? So from there to Zeravshan it was possible to walk in 20-25 minutes on foot, if in a straight line, of course. The whole department and I somehow missed the whole department - we submitted all the reports, reduced debits with loans, in short, summer, boredom ... Let us, we think, hit the road at lunchtime to Zarik for a cake. Someone said that there are no queues there now ... Well, we flooded ... and the absence of queues did not arouse our suspicions, but should have!
In general, not a single person at the tea party finished his piece to the end! We could not even determine from what it was necessary to make this cake to get such an abomination.
Maybe later the quality changed, because the absence of frantic queues from the back of Zeravshan is a real shame for its pastry chefs. But, unfortunately, I did not find this "quality expected by all".

And my dad very often made a salad from a coarsely grated radish and poured it with cracklings and onions.

Bliiin, how delicious!

But I didn't have a chance to hang out in this basement - I was home

Vasya, Duc and I too!
It was only with Timon, when I had already become a "respectable married woman", I began to wander around all these "hot spots". And before that ... but my mother would have ripped my head off. They even let me go to the movies only twice, and even then only with those "boys" whom my dad knew personally and handed me over from hand to hand, and then took me back. And if I asked somewhere with a class and a teacher, it would seem that what could be more reliable, so my mother would immediately say: "There is no need to wander around, you have nothing to do? There's a whole bunch of ironing ...!"
Damn, it's good to be married! If you want - prepare the salad, but if you want - my floors, if you want - smooth it, but if you don't like - wash it!
The beauty!

In short ... I ran for the radish!

Today I'll add a salad with onions!

Oh, girls, come on, I hope you like it!

And I really loved to cut the radish into rings, add salt and sprinkle with vegetable oil. MMM .................... But here she has a slightly different taste, not like in Central Asia (I am from Kyrgyzstan).

Lenka has this in bulk, especially the third part

Do not understand, you sho want to say that?
And why is my name from a little bukafka? Sapsam don't respect me, spit!

well, I'm just like psisa-phoenix, constantly reborn

That's right! I was tired of choking thee, my hands already hurt!

And I really loved to cut the radish into rings, add salt and sprinkle with vegetable oil.

Oh yeah! And gobble up with a hot cake!

The salad is really superb! Once I tried a friend's version, instead of beef, she cut the beef tongue into it. Delicious too! I see that there are many of us here, former residents of Central Asia.

Oh yeah! And gobble up with a hot cake!

Or sprinkle with vinegar and pilaf ...

And why is my name from a little bukafka?

well so vyslaaa I respect thee so much, so respect, sho just "ah!"

instead of beef, she cut the beef tongue into it. Delicious too!

Or sprinkle with vinegar and pilaf ...

Aaaaaa! I wanna eat!

[Oh]

sho just "Oh!"

Sho right herself Oh... reneging on this respect?

[Vasilica]

... are you from Tashkent too?

Vasilica, my family lived there for several years. It was a long time ago, but I still remember with pleasure this absolutely wonderful city!

At least 93

I understand, Lenus, well, my memories of the time 10 years earlier, then it could have been tastier, or maybe it just seemed so.

Girls, I was in Tashkent 3 years ago, not for long, about a week. This is not the same Tashkent ... not cozy or something. Everywhere there are buildings with mirrored glasses, trees were cut down. The square is almost entirely without trees. Everything glitters, but the city seems to be a stranger. Even all my nostalgia has evaporated ...

my memories of the time 10 years earlier, then it could have been tastier, or maybe it just seemed so.

No, Anyut, if even earlier, even 10 years earlier, then it was cakes - all cakes are cakes! I have never eaten such delicious food in my life!

This is not the same Tashkent ..

Unfortunately, this is so.

Girls, they will cover us for flooding ...

That is why my husband does not want to go to Tashkent ...

Girls, I was in Tashkent 3 years ago, not for long, about a week. This is not the same Tashkent ... not cozy or something. Everywhere there are buildings with mirrored glasses, trees were cut down. The square is almost entirely without trees. Everything glitters, but the city seems to be a stranger. Even all my nostalgia has evaporated ...

The square, yes, the square is our pain, this will never happen again ... but the fact that Tashkent is different ...? Girls, but all cities change, and of course, Tashkent too, and for example I really like it, beautiful, bright, interesting. Or maybe I just love him, and it’s a joy for me to return home every time.

And the salad is really tasty and simple to the point. Now we eat radish every day in all sorts of variations, and while we are not tired, and with this salad with a flat cake, you eat for a sweet soul, nothing else

Leeyen, are you also a railroad girl? And worked in the department? By the way, it’s not far off for you to walk to Zarik ...

Oh kechirasiz, Olesyapa!
Here zhezh, and, some shpiens, damn it, all around! They won't let go!
Well, of course, I later became thoughtful - it doesn't work out so quickly by peskodral to Broadway. Yes, probably, there were also several stops on something. Many years have passed since then ...
And it was too lazy to rewrite, and what's the difference ...
You'd better tell me, do they bake in Zeravshan "the same" Bird's milk, or the same bullshit as they drive in 93?

And gathered the former Tashkent residents

And Samarkand residents too !!!!

And it was too lazy to rewrite, and what's the difference ...

Yeah, yeah, and then at midnight I laid the optimal route from the department to Zarik for 25 minutes, it turned out ...

You'd better tell me, do they bake in Zeravshan "the very same" Bird's milk, or the same bullshit as they drive in 93?

No, there is nothing decent there, before I wanted a "birdie", but now thanks to my favorite site and no less beloved Tortyzhka (by the way, also Tashkent, if I’m not mistaken), the cake is easily and without tension is made at home

Girls, I mean "Samarkand" and "Tashkent", since you are here anyway, remind me, please, what is the name of a warm nohat snack with onions? But not nohat-khurak, but the one served with fried onions in the form of a warm salad. Or is it also a kind of nohat khurak?

[Elena Tim]

Elena Tim, I only know nohat with raw onions and hot peppers.

Moreover, this is a typical dish for the Ferghana Valley, there, on every corner, like seeds in bags were sold. Washed onions and sprinkled with vinegar, and red pepper powder, hot if desired. Eh, I stirred up memories, on every trip to grandmothers, even before reaching them, dad always took my little brother and me a bag and we ate this yummy the rest of the way.

Lenk, I know !!! "Salad from undercooked peas with overcooked onions" - "Shozakhahjalyab"

[Elena Tim]

Elena Tim, I only know nohat with raw onions and hot peppers.

Moreover, this is a typical dish for the Ferghana Valley, there, on every corner, like seeds in bags were sold. Washed onions and sprinkled with vinegar, and red pepper powder, hot if desired. Eh, I stirred up memories, on every trip to grandmothers, even before reaching them, dad always took my little brother and me a bag and we ate this yummy the rest of the way.

Yes, yes, Vasya, this is nohat-hurak, I know him and also cooked him. Its only drawback is that it must be eaten today, tomorrow it is already tasteless, because the raw onion disappears the next day, or rather becomes sour.
But this appetizer ... it was also served with beer in the "cellar", there onions - a little fried and the peas themselves were so moist, well, boringly not convey! Man, tell me, is she boring? You ate it all!
In short, I understood that this is also a kind of nohat-khurak.
Well, damn it, I wanted to lay out the recipe, but I just thought about the name and decided to clarify it out of harm's way, otherwise the criticism did not turn out.
Yes, at least Vasilika-opa will come and say: "Nifiga, Lenka, this is not your nohat-hurak, I don't know anything, go rewrite"!

Lenk, I know !!! "Salad from undercooked peas with overcooked onions" - "Shozakhahjalyab"

No, well, you've seen, as she puts it, a shameless woman!
I taught this!
That's how many times she told her, they say, Manya, do not swear, understanding people zhezh around, uncomfortable, jal .. you are such!

And cho, bad name ??? Does it reflect the essence? Yes ... So good

: rose: To a talented teacher, from a good student! "

In short, everyone here is exasperated in their knowledge of the intricacies of Uzbek cuisine, and I am a practical person. And I am very interested in replacing beef meat with chicken meat, (well, no sneakers, no sneakers, I say!)
Of course, I will cook Lenuskin salad in its original form later! This is awesome! But at the moment I have only chicken in my house. And this situation will continue for another week. And the hotzza salad. So, the question is: will this salad strongly spoil the chicken? Or is it better, nevertheless, to wait a week?
Thanks in advance for your reply!

So, the question is: will this salad strongly spoil the chicken?

Never spoil it, Ir, do it boldly. Just a little ... chicken flavor.
But this does not mean that it will not taste good.

everyone here is exasperated in their knowledge of the intricacies of Uzbek cuisine

IR, dzhal ... is not a kitchen, this is Manka!

[I'm lazy!]

I'm lazy! How you made me happy! Let me, I'll shake you a little in my arms and kiss you!
I really liked your salad! And even my old men approved of the desire to cook it.

Let me, I'll shake you a little in my arms and kiss you!

On! Click! Current pasari, Schaub Manka didn’t see mine, otherwise uuuuu!
She is a serious person in enty.

Well, I don’t give her to jab, so she doesn’t allow me to rustle with anyone in revenge!

I can see it !!! Desdemona! Fear! I took advantage of my official position, now I don't care!

I took advantage of my office

Well, glory to those! Feel better?
Why didn't you come to me today? I would treat you with carrots.

And yesterday I was current until the night .... And then, the intrigue will disappear!

Oh, it seems to me that Vasilika will not come here again. He will say, finally can’t be gone!
She is a cultural-cultural deushka with us, she will not want to be with us, with tram boors! Otherwise we'll teach her bad things.
Vasya, and Vasya, go, don't be afraid, we won't be anymore! And even this jal ..- khanum Manka, there will be no more so uncivilized expression, honestly!

And then, the intrigue will disappear!

I'll kick the infection! I'll just beat you in! Forces are gone!

Torment, torment, how I suffered ...

Why were you tormented? I told them everything in advance, showed all the gifts, and you ...

Oh, it seems to me that Vasilika will not come here again. He will say, finally can’t be gone!

Who?! Yaaaa ?! Yes, you disappeared somewhere, I waited and waited for thee, I thought you were drawing up a new recipe, but you weren't. So I left to feed the child.

And reading your j-bki is a great laugh! ( it's good that not everyone understands, otherwise I won't survive if you are sent to the bathhouse )

Listen, I dug some kind of nuhat shurak here, but I myself have never eaten this, it is necessary to shake the Samarkand people
🔗

Don't shake us. This is what I did last weekend in Stebka, I wore it to my grandmother. This is not what Elena wants. I think she means fried peas. Soaked, deep-fried with cr. pepper, cumin and heat. bow, huh? World beer stuff

fried peas. Soaked, deep-fried with cr. pepper, cumin and heat. bow, huh? World beer stuff

No, deffki! Well, do who - thread and show! Here, I understand with my mind, but the imaginative - finally does not fury! First I need to see how it is in nature, then I start wanting. Ah, so - I don't want nifiga ... Neither men, nor devour have a bite.

Soaked, deep-fried with cr. pepper, cumin and heat. bow, huh? World beer stuff

Hospad, it is also fried! And I only know about the boiled one.

Vasya, no, hasn't done it with meat for a long time, although it's also awesomely tasty.
In short, while I was chatting with you, I already had nothing to take a picture - nohat, whatever it was ... hurak or shurak - eaten.
I ordered another chickpea, tomorrow they will bring it, I'll cook it again. I can post the recipe, if there is none.

And, so - I don't want nifiga ... Neither peasants, nor eat a bite.

Well, man, then ... do not look no way ... that ... you have to look after who you want!
Lan, then tomorrow I will make both boiled and fried nohat-hurak. Let's see what happens.

[zairo4ka]

Come on! And we'll see, honestly, I don’t remember fried.

zairo4ka, no, let’s shake your grandmother there, I’m very interested in what this chickpea is with fried onions. After all, you had completely different dishes there, only Samarkand pilaf is worth something.

I do it with fried onions, and I was talking about it.