Hello, my love! Well, do you recognize this picture? Yesterday I was sitting on the veranda of a new fashionable store in the center of Kiev, marveling at the menu the size of Gogol’s “Viy” and thinking: “Tom, well, you’re a grown up girl, and you won’t have the same situation as your neighbor))). It’s time to finish the trend!”

I longed for something so ... spruce, noble, so that the soul began to tremble, and then fell asleep.

I’m ordering “author’s pate from wild boar with dogwood marmalade...

I want to tell you about my neighbor, she is Korinna Kiyanka, whose heart beats in unison with chestnuts, and whose soul exudes gastronomic revelations. She is not just a price maker, she is a true pioneer of new tastes. In the remaining hours of our stay with Kiev mortgages, we will predict an action-packed series with elements of drama and black comedy.

This plot is about jokes about “what’s new” in the culinary space of the capital and a heaping portion of tasty (and not so much) goodies. Ep...

I was making pancakes this morning and suddenly found myself thinking that cooking for just one person isn't nearly as enjoyable.

It would be so much cozier to set two cups of coffee on the table, wake the man I love with the aroma of breakfast, and hear him mumble sleepily, "Five more minutes..." I feel like happiness is made up of exactly these kinds of simple little things.

How do you spend your weekends? Do you like it when a woman treats you to a homemade breakfast, or do you prefer surpr...

Here's another story that simply left me speechless...

Read it yourself- A woman helps her mother-in-law set up a new phone. She keeps the old one for a few hours.

Notifications start coming in.

It turns out the family chat has been running for three years without her.

They discuss her every move:
what she cooked, how much money she spent, when she gained weight, why she hasn't had a second child yet.

But most importantly, it was the mother-in-law who regularly wrote to her son:
"Don't rush...