Ukrainian influence at the dinner table and beyond

I blame my mother-in-law. Since her house in Kyiv was almost hit by a ballistic missile – two nearby houses were destroyed – Tamara’s been back living with us.  No more hotchpotch of chicken nuggets or pasta carbonara from Tesco.  Now I’m living on a diet of grechka – a kind of buckwheat – beetroot and oladki – homemade pancakes.  At the dinner table.  No TV.