Once a long time ago, 30 years ago, my wife’s aunt brought her future husband to meet her mother. She prepared for the visit, cooked a whole mountain of blines, planted a potential snail, well, let him eat, let him ask. And that sluggish one, eats without a special appetite, but does not refuse the supplement.

Here the aunt decides to eat a blend, bites, chews a couple of times... Fu! and splashes out.

Have you tried your own blends?

Not yet, not yet...

And you try!

Mom bites...yo-yo, and the blines are nauseous some, bitter! They conducted a small investigation and realized that instead of sugar, she generously poured soda into the paste. My mother is surprised:

Oh, and I think, how wonderful, what gorgeous blades have been made! Honey, why did you keep silent?

I didn’t want to hurt...

I laughed, and at the end, my mother said:

“Well,” said the daughter, “at least he’t get angry with your scratch!

They have lived since then.