How tired of this kitchen! Morning in the kitchen, lunch in the kitchen, evening in the kitchen. How much can you cook? Then warm up, then fry, then cook ... I have already run out of the menu)).
In the morning I made pancakes, in the afternoon I cooked borscht, in the evening serve them stuffed eggs. A holiday or what? Every day is a holiday for us! - such was the answer. And you, mother, fry, bacon, do it, in short. Also say thank you for suggesting what we would like to eat)). Well, this is generally arrogance. What I cook, it will be. But no ... already tired of everything. We don't want it, and we don't want it either. Give them exotics. Olivier salad (remember the New Year), mimosa, herring under a fur coat. I agreed to "mimosa", did it, ate half, the rest is in the refrigerator for the second day. Made fritters. The little one came and ate one. Everything, ate ...
And today we went to the country. Grandfather laid out a brake, in which bread and bacon. Garlic and onions were plucked from the garden. And a small bite with onions ate half the fat)). No, well, can you imagine?!
In the evening, again the question - will there be pancakes? This is the limit! Stand for an hour near a hot frying pan and rivet pancakes.)) It's better to take a chicken, put it in the oven and forget about its existence for an hour))). But nooo, tired of the chicken, we want a baked ham. Yeah. Yes, I agree, but who will complain later that they don’t fit into their pants?))
That's how we live in the kitchen, rather I live there)).
And so, the next menu for tomorrow:
Morning:
Cheesecakes, mimosa and yesterday's stuffed eggs, milk, tea.
Dinner:
Buckwheat soup, garlic croutons, navy-style pasta, and eat up mimosa)).
Evening:
Fried potatoes with sausage and milk.
Bon Appetit everyone)).