Sometimes a bitch attacks me.
Dusted cabbage with a pig. There was a little cabbage left, made a salad of chicken with pineapples. From the cooked chicken for the salad remained a bouillon. I cooked a spicy soup on it. I saw that there were a few pieces of baton left, roasted with garlic, dried up, got a bunch of soup. A little butter remains from the soup, here is a baking charlotte. A little apple remains from the charlotte, compot is cooked.
Not to cook, not to fucking.