Jessica was pouring bright-orange cheese powder into a dented pot, compliments of the Residence Inn. When she added boiling water, the fluorescent dust turned into a sticky wad, so she pounded it with a wooden spoon, then added the macaroni. Holding up a spoon dripping cheesy goo, she pointed it at her friend and laughed. “Hey, hand me the Stoli. How about making this mac and vodka?” She’d already had a couple of frozen vodka shots for an appetizer.
Lolita passed the bottle, then used a paper towel to remove beef piroshki from the microwave. As she tossed them on the tiny table, she announced, “Dinner is served.”
piroshkiCurled up on the couch with Bunin, Sabina looked up and smiled when her daughter presented a doughy piroshki accompanied by a daub of mac and cheese, along with a vodka
