Christmas Walnuts White Cake Recipe
Christmas WalnutsWhite Cake Recipe There is something in this December. In the wind that runs through the sleeves and socks, in a frozen tip of the nose, in cinnamon and vanilla that smell streets. I'm not a fan of winter. I love it when it's warm. When clothes are...
Cheers!
Cheers! Do you remember the popular TV series "Cheers"? The domestic atmosphere of a neighborhood gathering where everyone knows everyone and whose everyday life is disturbed here and there, by the arrival of some interesting stranger? I would love to have a place...
Grandma’s jam of grandfather’s apricot
Gregor The day I met Gregor, I remember like it was yesterday. Our paths crossed somehow, and that meeting yielded a great job. And great mutual affection. I do not know what it is with women - we fall for weird things. On a witty note, on uniforms, to speakers of the...
Our daily bread
Our daily bread A million times has been confirmed - the house where bread is kneaded is the home of happy people. The smell of freshly baked bread goes through the walls, goes out into the streets, tickles the noses of passers-by. The smell is just as sweet to...
What matters is not always visible to the eyes
What matters is not always visible to the eyes Sometimes I wonder, in this sea of broken relationships, easily perishable love, and quick-witted alliances, do we know how to recognize LOVE. Do we recognize it? It seems to me, then, that it is too easy to fall into the...
Misty mornings in Paris
Misty mornings in ParisThe misty mornings that come as a precursor to winter always take me somewhere. Fog is good, if you want to lose yourself, become invisible, be yourself, or be somewhere else. Fog is a friend to lovers. You can walk around hugging each other...
Casanova
Casanova Real love is the love that sometimes arises after sensual pleasure: if it does, it is immortal; the other kind inevitably goes stale, for it lies in mere fantasy. - Giacomo Casanova Today we're going to prepare something sweet. I'm not referring to the rich...
A man in the kitchen
A man in the kitchen Yes, that's right! I absolutely agree: love goes through the stomach. It starts with the light shaking of butterfly wings somewhere within us, growing with every romantic dinner by candlelight, thrives with every jointly prepared meal, brandishes...