When I met my second wife near the end of the 1990s and moved to her at the PMJ, I quickly discovered that the homework for the winter is not her. No, you could put on the table at the holiday without shame and guests picked up everything, especially under the water. But this is so that every time the refrigerator is opened, it is necessary to pull the cucumbers out of the bowl and eat them - there was no such thing. And with other preparations the same.

I had to take the matter into my own hands. Well, I’ve been doing cooking before, there was no problem here. The rest had to be taught. I went on a tribute to my aunt, the main specialist at the time in the family of crafts. While just in the garden the cucumbers started singing, well, I re-written her a recipe from a precious green notebook.



I came home, started this new business for me, constantly checking with the recipe. And the recipe was written - three tablespoons of salt on a three-litre bowl, then all kinds of herbs and leaves and at the end of 1 st. The Sugar. I wondered why this 1st. I have a glass, I don’t understand. Thinking decided that the aunt was more visible, but the full glass decided not to put, cost two-thirds. I twisted these two or three liters, when they were cooled, I put them in the warehouse.

In his next visit to his beloved aunt remembered and asked - and not a lot of it - a glass of sugar for a three-liter cup of cucumbers? You ask me, did you cook the strawberries? - and a green notebook is given, and there black on white is written - 1 tablespoon of sugar. It was I myself, coming out, lohanulся - lazy to rewrite word in word. Well, I marked these banks with a black label, so as not to be confused with others, and then began to act on the correct recipe.

In the winter, my cucumbers only went on the way! The open three-liter in the refrigerator stood constantly and was enough for a week - one and a half. And here somehow I come from work, and my wife begins to torture me - and what are you about the cucumbers in the corner? I opened them today.

I hung my head, I answered - this is the first shit, which is called the commo - cucumbers compot. I was forbidden to throw out the frog in the summer. You - I ask - have already eliminated them, or have you decided to let me try, so that I don't care? You say, the delicious cupcakes! The rest of you are great, too, but these are all out of mind!

I tried carefully - well compot compot. Of garlic, garlic and straw. A sharp such. Because with oxygen. As they say, for taste and color.

And since then I have had to every year in addition to normal cucumbers to make special, compot, for my wife.