07 July 2008: Штолле

Today after class, Henry, Karis, and I decided to go over to Stolle. “Stolle” doesn’t really mean anything, I don’t think, but for us it meant heavenly sustenance in the form of mouth-watering pies. Stolle offers fruit pies in an array of flavors, packed with apricots or cherries or blueberries or strawberries or lemon or . . . There are also savory pies, with rabbit, or beef, or fish, or cheese, or cabbage, and on and on. It’s so delightful, and so cheap. Sigh. On a rainy, chilly day, there’s nothing quite like holding a pound of warm gooey pie in your hands and plunging right in. The first time we went there, I ordered a medium-sized piece of apple pie. I thought they told me there wasn’t enough, so they asked if I would like apricot instead. I said that would be fine, but suddenly they handed me a medium-sized piece of apricot and a medium-sized piece of apple. Holding over two pounds of pie, I can’t say I was overly disappointed. I ate them both on the spot. This particular day I took lemon, which was also delicious. I would have the beef, peach, and strawberry pies as well before the end of my time in Russia.

We parted ways after our gorge-fest. I didn’t really do much the rest of the day other than work in the computer lab.

Here’s a particularly stunning sunset taken out my window . . . probably around one in the morning.