Hello, my name is Polina Chesnakova

         My story starts in 1990 when my parents were given the chance to start anew in America. The Soviet Union was on the brink of collapse and life as they knew it in the Republic of Georgia was quickly falling apart. A new tumultuous landscape laid before them. Staying or leaving, either way guaranteed hardship and uncertainty, but only one option offered a light at the end of the tunnel. So, after two frustrating years waiting on documents, a month of screening and medical exams in Moscow (not to mention the fall of the Soviet Union), their tickets were bought and a date was set.  With a suitcase in one hand and a little wooden basket carrying me, a newborn, in the other, they were finally on their way, from the largest Union in the world to the smallest state in America...

          It was there in Rhode Island that we made our new home. Borscht, Russian lessons, and Pushkin were as much of daily life as were Oscar Mayer bologna sandwiches, Legend of Zelda, and Britney Spears.  As a kid, food was an afterthought, a nuisance that got in the way of playing outside with friends. My main food groups were hot dogs, freeze pops, and Capri Suns, and the only pies I was interested in making were of the Mud variety. That phase, however, didn’t last very long. As my appetite grew more and more venturesome by the day, so did my love and appreciation for the food my mother and tyoti, aunts, were churning out in their kitchens. Food had always been at the center of family gatherings—from big holiday feasts to summer cookouts and picnics—and it was there, spending time cooking beside those women, that my passion first took hold. 

          Maybe it was the way a meal brought us together, how it comforted and sustained us as we sat around the table. Or maybe it was the way it allowed my mother, my tyoti, and their husbands, my dyadi, to keep the food traditions and histories of the “old country” alive—grounding them amidst all the changes, failures, and successes. Perhaps it was because food meant much more to my family than I had realized at an early age—it went far beyond mere sustenance. Olivye salat, shashlik, khatchapuri... those dishes became the bridge that linked life in America to the life my parents left behind in Georgia—the “old life” that proved to be, over time, fundamental to my identity and my worldview.

          That ember, stoked in those Russian-Georgian kitchens, grew into a life’s passion which has pervaded almost all aspects of my life. The earnest love and respect I carry for my multicultural heritage has always led me to share it with others. Chesnok is the Russian word for “garlic”—a most beloved ingredient in Georgian kitchens. Aptly, and happily, it’s also the root of my last name, Chesnakova. Chesnok —the name of my newsletter and upcoming cookbook—is a tribute to my roots in Eastern Europe and the Caucasus. It’s a way for me to take the recipes that I hold nearest and dearest and use their histories and my stories to inspire others and shed light on that part of the world.

          Since starting my original blog in 2015, my work has been published in Saveur, The Washington Post, culture magazine, The Kitchn, and Seattle magazine. I’m the author of Hot Cheese: Over 50 Gooey, Oozy, Melty Recipes (Chronicle, 2020) and Everyday Cake: 45 Simple Recipes for Layer, Bundt, Loaf, and Sheet Cakes (Sasquatch, 2022). My latest cookbook, Chesnok: Cooking from my Corner of the Diaspora: Recipes from Eastern Europe, the Caucasus, and Central Asia (Hardie Grant NA), will be coming out September 2025. I worked at Book Larder, Seattle’s only cookbook shop, from 2019-2023 and was the Culinary Director for my last two years. In addition to writing and recipe developing, I also teach virtual and in-person cooking classes. I currently live in Rhode Island with my husband, Lee, and son, Anton.

Please email me at polinachesnakova at gmail dot com for collaborations and inquiries.