My recent trip to Russia allowed me to get culinarily acquainted — albeit all too cursorily — with a bit of agricultural biodiversity I don’t know much about: buckwheat (греча). Russia used to be its largest producer. I saw it in its raw state in the market:
There was kasha for breakfast at the hotel. And I think I had the blintz too, though I’m not sure. Not spectacular, taste-wise, but pleasant enough.