A Belyashi maker’s routine

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There is a vendor across the street where my office is. I see him every day. He is a elderly man with gray hair and blue eyes. He is from Russia. He comes every morning with his trolley and I see him place by the sidewalk. learn about Belyashi https://www.epersianfood.com/belyashi He is a easygoing person. Usually smiles and has a lot of costumers. My coworker says it's not because of his sandwiches and piroshkies but because of his manner. He is kind to people. Sometimes he gives free sandwich to poor and hungry people.

He is really generous. I have never eaten his food but today I’m going to go to him and taste his food. Mostly because I want to socialize with him. He is interesting to me. A generous kind Russian man with gray hair in my neighborhood.

I watched him from my office window. He was working as usual. I should wait until noon to go across the street and buy one of those tasty sandwiches. He wrapped the sandwiches in paper and handed them with a souse to the people. He has two containers in his trolley and picks up sandwiches from one and piroshkies from the other.

I don’t know which one is more delicious. Perhaps they are Russian snacks. Actually I don’t really like street food but I heard a lot about it. Today it's my street food’s day.

It's lunch time. I go the other side of street to buy my lunch. I go next to his trolley. The sandwiches smell so good. They are definitely delicious. It's a row. I stand in the row.

It's lunch time and he is very busy. A young lady with her little boy is in the line before me. It's lady's turn. She asks her mom to buy Belyashi. I find out they eat here a lot.
But what is Belyashi?
The lady said two Belyashi please and he gives them two piroshkies from one of his containers. There is a tiny hole on the top of piroshkies and the ingredients are visible. Maybe it's better that I order Belyashi too. I know what's in it at least now. I see meat into it. I like meat a lot. I make my mind to order that.

It's my turn now. I look at his blue kind eyes.
He asks me what do you want?
I say immediately: A Belyashi. He picks one good looking Belyashi from the container and wrap it into a paper and gives me. I pay the money. May I eat hear? Beside your trolley? I ask. He smiles: Of course bro! Take it easy and serve yourself.

If you need something tell me. I thank him and start eating. Believe me or not it's really yummy. It's so crispy, juicy and tasty. It’s better taste than it's smells. The meat was cooked so good and very juicy. The dough is crispy. While I enjoy my simple street meal, he asks :
<h3>Do you work there?</h3>
He points to the building where I worked by his head. I say yes. How do you know me? He says I see you every day. Sometimes you stare at me. I says very stressful: I'm interested about your food. He smiles: I know young man. That's ok. Did you like it? Points to the Belyashi by head. Yeah! It's wonderful. I answer. Can I ask you what's this exactly?

He explains that he makes it with some limited ingredients. It's a hand made dough filled with a mixture of fried ground meat and grated onions. Belyashi is fried into a big pot of hot oil. He keeps them in a container which keeps Belyashies warm and fresh to sell. It's very interesting to me. I listen and he enjoys my attention. Is it a traditional food? I asks. He wraps a Belyashi up and gives it to a costumer and says: Yes, it's a Russian snack. If you travel Moscow or  St. Petersburg, you can find vendors like me at the streets selling Belyashi. I think I have traveled to Moscow and went to one of those vendors while have shaking from its frozen climate and buy a hot and fresh Belyashi to eat. I like this kind vendor in my neighborhood. He and his snacks may smell Russian.


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