A Siberian Soirée: Teaching, Pelmeni, and a Lesson in Russian Hospitality

Teaching in Siberia was an adventure filled with unexpected delights, from bouncy Lada rides to unforgettable culinary experiences. One weekend, my colleagues and I were invited to the house of one of the children we taught—a gesture of hospitality that would leave a lasting impression.

As we embarked on our journey in the bounciest Lada I had ever encountered, I found myself gaining a newfound appreciation for the sturdy Russian vehicle. Despite the icy roads and frozen terrain, the trusty Lada navigated the rugged landscape with ease, delivering us safely to our destination.

Arriving at the house, we were greeted by the warmth of extended family members who had already gathered. The aroma of pelmeni—a traditional Russian dumpling—filled the air, signalling the start of a culinary feast that would tantalise the taste buds and leave a lasting impression.

Pelmeni, often hailed as "the heart of Russian cuisine," is a beloved dish with debated origins, whether from the Ural or Siberia. The dough, made from flour and water, encases a filling of minced meat or mushrooms, reflecting the rich culinary traditions of the region.

As we sat down to enjoy the meal, the children were put to bed, and I was introduced to another quintessential aspect of Russian culture: vodka. Taking a sip to be respectful, I soon learned that in Russian tradition, the entire shot must be consumed in one go. Despite my protests about not liking vodka, I was encouraged to continue eating pelmeni instead.

Amidst laughter and camaraderie, I found myself toasting with the family, raising my glass to their aunt's new Lada. Little did I know, the night was about to take an unexpected turn.

Feeling the effects of the vodka creeping in, I knew I was in for a rough night ahead. Despite my best efforts to ward off the inevitable, the cold Siberian air on the journey home sealed my fate. The next day, I endured the hangover of all hangovers—a sobering reminder of the perils of Russian hospitality.

Since that memorable evening, I have sworn off vodka for life, a decision influenced by a single, unforgettable experience. Yet, despite the trials and tribulations of that night, it remains a cherished memory—a testament to the warmth and generosity of the Russian people.

Teaching in Siberia was more than just a job; it was an immersion into a culture rich in hospitality, tradition, and resilience. And while my journey may have ended with a headache, the memories and lessons learned will stay with me forever.