I know some Russians, that even though they had become petite bourgeoisie, they would go out of their way to enjoy their old countryside way of living by burying some potatoes under the ground by an inch or so, building a nice campfire, then drinking themselves silly waiting for the fire to die down enough for them to push it around to dig out their potatoes then eat them as is while passing around a salt shaker and cussing about how hot the potatoes are when they bite into them.

Literally just a meal of beer or vodka and potatoes