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For me, ordinary food does not exist. With the right technique, everything in the world can be cooked into a delicious dish!

Food must be prepared with love. Any dish tastes better if it is prepared lovingly. So leave all your worries and worries outside the door.

When you cook, you need to fully focus on what you are doing. Put work aside and stop worrying about messages.

Ukrainian women know how to cook like no one else, believe me.

On one plate:
- three to five flavors high,
three or four colors maximum.

She is forty-five, and in the courtyard it is called "Anya". She cooks Lunches for the farm hairdressers. The kitchen she made in the hallway. In a dark trench - plate. She feeds the cats. Quiet a lean cat off her hands electroplated movement. She's flinging them some guts. Therefore, the floor is decorated with mother of pearl like spitting. Once I slipped, stepping on someone's heart - a small and tightly decorated as chestnut. She walks entangled cats and tendons of animals. In her hand shining knife. It tears the guts of the elbows, like a Princess wide web.

- Like knives.
And how much?
- To fall asleep without them can not.
- So only the killer holding a knife!
- I'm comfortable with it.
- Get off of me! Are you going to cook?!!
You.

She picked up a piece of this black poison, more like the iron ore, and looked at me. Her eyes were filled with tears.
- We're not gonna die, right?

One cannot trust people whose cuisine is very bad.

Although cooking requires full attention, she at the same time rewards you with endless feast for the senses. The sound of water running down the lettuce. The Bang of a knife thrust into the watermelon, and the cool smell of the crumbling of the fruit, revealing a red core. Seductive give of melting when heated chocolate. The viscosity of the sauce, thickening the casserole, and delightful ease of Parmesan cheese falling from floats in lush flakes. Time in the kitchen is slow, and every minute you win a small victory.

Cooking does not tolerate distractions. If you join this arena without proper respect will certainly get injured.

Of apricots boiled apricot jam, cherry cherry. And from the fruit of the feijoa tree, what?

And what would it be?
- Ah... Onion soup. God, you haven't left yet...
- No! Don't cut the onion in half, cut whole rings. Let me show you.
- Wait to pester me start, Yes? I'll kick you in the head.
- To you?!? Ha! Haha. Who is the head vzbredet. Woman, see how cut up an onion!

- Madame. meat he ruined me.
- But I...
- All need to drive to the neck.
- Why are friends so loudly arguing. Clients must be respected!
- I don't have time...
- He is a chatterbox.
- About our hotel. And our prestige.
- As I live and there is no better hotel. No, you by a mile, Madam Nines.