When I lived in Kiev I had a strict Friday evening post-work ritual. I would go to a nearby cafe and eat Russian Olivier salad with rye bread, followed by Chicken Kiev (yes, they really DO eat it in Kiev) all washed down with a margarita or two. If there were no friends or colleagues available to join me I would take a book and just relax and unwind and settle in to the weekend.
I was reminded of Russian Olivier salad and how much I loved it just recently when I was flicking through one of my (many) cookbooks. I am on a bit of an Eastern European cuisine fixation right now, and thought that making up a vast pot of Russian salad to eat with pumpernickel bread sounded as good a way as any to spend today.
1 large potato, diced small
1 large carrot diced small
1 cup peas
4 good sized pickled cucumbers diced small
3 tablespoons mayonnaise
Diced chicken or smoked sausage. (I used chicken)
I decided to google Russian Olivier salad, and discovered it has a romantic history which featured jealousy, plagiarism and betrayal. All that drama contained within one, rather scrumptious, dish.