One day Georgie wondered why people don't like to cook. For example, Georgie doesn't know how to do anything with food. Frying him eggs is already an epic tragedy. The people who saw the trial have suffered to this day, if you remind us, they huddle in a corner, trembling and crossing themselves. And he cannot perform any further actions. All I remember are whispers, splashes of oil and the smell of burning. Georgi, on the other hand, doesn't understand what the problem is. After all, whoever saw the creation of scrambled eggs, he saw the most terrible thing in his life, and then there will be only happiness: whoever survives this will definitely live to old age. "The collapse of Yugoslavia" salad (cucumbers, tomatoes, red onion, feta cheese, unfiltered sunflower oil, a little sesame oil + chili pepper) George can make with patience. But it is very difficult for him to do it. The ex was also chronically unable to cook (oh yes, they had a wonderful, ideal family). The food was so-so throughout. It didn't bother her; She saw the kitchen as a place of drudgery - despite the fact that she usually likes to eat delicious food. But she did not care to create good things. Fry something, stew something + her soup turned out to be edible. However, no more. The delivery of prepared food, Georgi believes, was created just for her. Once, after the divorce, his ex asked him which of her creations in the kitchen resonated with him. "I remember how I was in the kitchen, standing by the fridge, kissing your chest, and at the same time you were eating a sandwich," answered Georgie sarcastically. "And it tasted good to you at that moment. "Doubly so. So ask yourself. God forbid I'll be so hungry." But the late mother Georgie cooked divinely. What can I say - my father on his deathbed remembered her borscht and meatballs (it was necessary to beat the heart with such food). No one made better Tabaka chicken than her, and she never revealed the secret of the marinade. Pies with cabbage and eggs - no, it was great. I salted the mushrooms - Lord Jesus, you would kill for mushrooms like this. Salads are a real work of art, they are currently in a museum.

One day Georgie wondered why people don't like to cook. For example, Georgie doesn't know how to do anything with food. Frying him eggs is already an epic tragedy. The people who saw the trial have suffered to this day, if you remind us, they huddle in a corner, trembling and crossing themselves. And he cannot perform any further actions. All I remember are whispers, splashes of oil and the smell of burning. Georgi, on the other hand, doesn't understand what the problem is. After all, whoever saw the creation of scrambled eggs, he saw the most terrible thing in his life, and then there will be only happiness: whoever survives this will definitely live to old age. "The collapse of Yugoslavia" salad (cucumbers, tomatoes, red onion, feta cheese, unfiltered sunflower oil, a little sesame oil + chili pepper) George can make with patience. But it is very difficult for him to do it. The ex was also chronically unable to cook (oh yes, they had a wonderful, ideal family). The food was so-so throughout. It didn't bother her; She saw the kitchen as a place of drudgery - despite the fact that she usually likes to eat delicious food. But she did not care to create good things. Fry something, stew something + her soup turned out to be edible. However, no more. The delivery of prepared food, Georgi believes, was created just for her. Once, after the divorce, his ex asked him which of her creations in the kitchen resonated with him. "I remember how I was in the kitchen, standing by the fridge, kissing your chest, and at the same time you were eating a sandwich," answered Georgie sarcastically. "And it tasted good to you at that moment. "Doubly so. So ask yourself. God forbid I'll be so hungry." But the late mother Georgie cooked divinely. What can I say - my father on his deathbed remembered her borscht and meatballs (it was necessary to beat the heart with such food). No one made better Tabaka chicken than her, and she never revealed the secret of the marinade. Pies with cabbage and eggs - no, it was great. I salted the mushrooms - Lord Jesus, you would kill for mushrooms like this. Salads are a real work of art, they are currently in a museum.