We, Miro the chef and I obedient little helper, prepared home made pasta, this time ravioli filled with smoked salmon and from the rest of the dough we made noodles for soup.
Then, in the only piece of the day that not only it wasn’t sunny but was also on the edge of raining, we went on a walk. We passed a lot of elder trees so we got an idea what to have for dessert. (Fried elderflowers, flowers dipped in pancake dough and then fried, is a common and very popular dish in my country at this time of year. It reminds me of childhood so much.) But because we were completely unequipped pickers we used one of Zoja’s poop-bags roll instead, to bring some flowers home. One has to be creative in a situation like that, heh.
After we had told this story to people gathered to eat the dessert and mischievously added that it was an used bag, heh, they didn't get confused and just replied that this is probably the reason the dessert was so good. Is this even appropriate to share with you on the blog? Well, what harm can a little black cooking-humour do? :)