
Chef Lesia
Rybni Tefteli (рибні тефтелі, fish meatballs in tomato)
The sauce tells you when supper is ready: tomato turns orange with smetana, dill lifts the pot, and the fish balls go tender enough to split with a spoon.

Updated June 13, 2026
Lesia's home table: fried bychky from the Azov, salted Black Sea herring, sprat cutlets from the tyulka catch, dried taranka, baked river fish, and Odesa gefilte fish. The southern-steppe coast most cooks never picture when they think of Ukraine.
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The sauce tells you when supper is ready: tomato turns orange with smetana, dill lifts the pot, and the fish balls go tender enough to split with a spoon.

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Small Azov gobies go into tomato bright as market cloth and come out soft enough that the bones give up. This is Mariupol food: cheap, red, generous, and better tomorrow.

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Black Sea flounder looks plain until the scored skin hits sunflower oil, turns gold at the cuts, and the sweet white flesh lifts from the bone in salty sheets.

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Zander is the river fish that behaves like it was made for the pan: firm, white, clean-tasting, and sweet enough that flour and sunflower oil are all it asks from you.

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A whole market handful of tyulka goes into flour silver and comes out bronze, loud, and edible from nose to tail. This is Black Sea supper you eat with your fingers.

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A whole fish arrives cold, lacquered in its own clear jelly, with carrot coins like little suns along the back. This is Odesa showing off, softly but with both elbows on the table.

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The Azov goby dries into amber: stiff, salty, sweet at the bone, a fish you tear by hand on a summer table and eat slowly.

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This is the silver spring fish of the Danube Delta, rich enough to perfume your fingers, salted gently until silky, then laid under onion and green sunflower oil.

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The roe is the treasure: a salty amber seam hidden inside a dried river fish, peeled open by hand and eaten slowly with rye bread, sunflower oil, and something cold.

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Clear fish broth sets itself when you give it bones, skin, fins, and a quiet simmer, holding river fish, dill, and carrot in amber for the celebration table.

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The trick with crucian carp is not pretending the bones aren't there. Score the fish, fry it hard, then let smetana turn the whole pan golden.

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The Azov coast teaches thrift with a frying pan: small gobies, flour-dusted and loud in sunflower oil, eaten hot enough to singe your fingers, head and tail, with bread waiting.

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The carrots do the loud work here: they collapse into sunflower oil, turn amber-orange, and make a sweet blanket for fish that tastes even better after resting.

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A heap of tiny silver fish becomes supper by the oldest Odesa trick: clean them, press them together, fry until the edges crackle, and let lemon and dill do the talking.

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Fish changes under the knife. Not paste, not mince, but small clean pieces that hold their own in the pan and make a patty with chew, juice, and a little river left in it.

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The fish go into the bowl silver and nervous, and by morning they have turned firm, glassy, and briny enough to make bread taste necessary.
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