Is it true that the way of love of a man goes through his vein?
Interesting to hear your opinion ...
It's not just food. It is a ritual.
When I cook - I calm down. I smile silently because I know that it will be delicious, hot and real now.
This is the dish that you want to watch as a fire. Because there is life.

Sometimes happiness is just a plate of pasta and silence.
And you have such a dish? What kind of tenderness do you like to the last spoon?