Din bucataria mea



Azi a fost o zi dedicata dulciurilor de post: placinta cu mere si chec cu cacao.
Sunt retete incercate pentru prima oara. Maine voi reveni cu poze despre minunata paine facuta in casa. O nebunie! Nici nu se compara cu cea din comert sau cea facuta la masina. Te muncesti ce-i drept la framantat dar in final eforturile iti vor fi rasplatite.

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