RA RA RASPUTNA KILLER OF THE KGB!

Matryona Grigorierna Rasputina loved the jellied heads of Moscovite children her father had the Winter Palace cook prepare. The macula was softer than Bovine Spongiform encephalopathy infected brain tissue, but not so bitter. Her father would clutch the head behind the ears, the only part you could grasp hold of without it slipping out of your hands, and bury his face into the child’s head like a rabid dog. The squelch that the monk made as he sucked out lonely eyes from their sockets always reminded Matryona of happier times.

In her twenties she ended up a night club dancer in Bucharest, then toured Europe and America as a lion tamer. The Daughter Of Famous Mad Monk Whose Feats Astonished Russia And World! - who would later get mauled by a bear in Peru under direct orders from Stalin - stayed with the circus however until it reached Miami Florida, where she quit and began work as a riveter in a shipyard.

One night she met KGB agent Georgie Bernadski, second generation American Russian. In the mid-50’s, he worked the plants as a trade union buster and McCarthyite stooge, until he switched sides. He stayed married to Matryona for six months, at the behest of the Soviet secret police.

Settling permanently in the US to put clear Atlantic between her and her ex, Matryona was politically and sexually inactive in 1968 Summer of Degeneracy, when she claimed to be a psychic. Betty Ford came to her in a dream with a recipe Spiridon Putin had cooked at the Astoria Hotel in February 1915 for Tsar Nicholas II. Spiridon, grandfather of Vladimir, went on to be the only Russian to have cooked for Lenin and Stalin.

Georgie died after eating the Kuhlich that Matryona had baked for Russian Orthodox Easter. Not receiving any of the State Pension she would have been entitled to, had she stayed in Soviet Union, she was forced to work for CIA - as babysitter of weapons and illegal narcotics in return for green card and keeping Interpol and KGB off her back.

The recipe remain classified, but Matryona looked at the copy she had kept. For old time’s sake. She was sentimental like that. Just like her father.

Atomic Kuchlich

ten cups flour

one and half glasses milk

 six 5mg librium (three for cook)

 250g butter

 two glasses sugar

 37g yeast

 150g raisins

 vanilla

3/4 tspn thalium