I use the summer of the first life in the little village of ลเซีย โลเวอร์ boy in rural Poland, our home surrounded by wild flower fields, until the line of sight of the little girl, and I lost sight of it's simple.His father was a military duties criteria. Joseph, of my grandmother and take care of me, and I called my grandmother, Jean holes (Mama Druga) or "mother" of the second return
Joseph's work as a career, but you have to do is cook, our family ate with the use of fresh from the garden. All over the house with the scent of sweet aroma.yeast dough. (incremental ski paczki) place to spread out all over the smooth surface, benches and chairs gently swell up beneath the white cloth some flour until stiff and I will also hold small wooden dough hooks almost no longer.Pierné โรกิ (pierogi) which is the same as the eye figure เกี๊ยวอิ Italian pasta, the inhabitants of the favorite, the more I know and teach them how to tips for cooking at your grandmother had taught him
I was four years old, and holes to marry him, and I walked away to the hill of the mountain Cafe, rhinoceros, Greece, we can help you find, herb plants and flowers in a grove of trees used to make the ice cream and skin. My grandmother taught me to know the name and Khun each.just wanted to be a doctor of his own that he closed his eyes. I could smell herbal medicine formula my grandmother out, and they both believe and warred water mint leaves a stomachache, Gilead study of wax dripping and Internet coordinator to resolve pain article
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At five years old I have to come face to face in the collection rose-petal jam to make each day, I will attend the row with the bees explore brier bush forest, dark green around the house to seek the bud has just blossomedWait for the wind to stop humming mountains, the beginning of the summer and finally fragile morning wonderful roses bushes one day woke from sleep. It's Green, and then rose, pink flowers, it is smiling of dawn
eat store roses roses in soft dew fell to sparkle in his hand, it's easy to kill, and I put it on the bottom of the basket weave lightly scent of roses lingered on my fingers all day is a true scent of summer
Joseph, just put the roses in a big stone mortar with sugar until it flooded, and then mill mixed jam until it becomes a thick, purple red meat, my grandmother, I tasted one teaspoon of jam between the scale to be careful until you enter a small earthen pot leaves, and then the preparation.As part of the summer and took defenseless without a long. In the winter, the snow was covered with roses bushes
throughout the summer, and I will be sought Joseph store Strawberry, black numbers, and the number of the row in the forest itself, we are trying to keep between Mountain is not forgotten to eat more than I had to at least rest, keep it processed?Use of glass jars, and all sorts, and a light touch, in a large pail of water เดือดๆ packaging to be used with the number that we had to steam. Sun afternoon blaze Tom glow light hair color silver cup on the window white tiles on oak chest of drawersAs soon as the group was high heat, condensation drip on the image Jesus Christ crucified, brass is attached over the door, and then the Lord Jesus Christ, that he poured sugar on a wooden floor Below is a rhythm
Today's old time turned the page till which is filled with recipes that my grandmother took a tidy I feel as if he was shaking hands with your flour, but the snowflakes sugarI trembled at the thought of a sound ดคมๆ scrape dough hooks out of your fingers to smell sweet rose-petal jam from your nose
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