
Fried savoy cabbage
I have this thing — perhaps it isn’t normal — but when I see a small, shapely, wrinkled Italian beauty in the…
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I have this thing — perhaps it isn’t normal — but when I see a small, shapely, wrinkled Italian beauty in the…
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I finally wanted to eat something I’d made myself. Something meaty, but quick to prepare. I went to the butcher’s and, honestly,…
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I really got the urge yesterday. Late-night baking. And I mean late, late. I started at 23 h. Luckily, this recipe for…
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I’ve been away from here for ages! I just haven’t had the time. Things piled up and finally overflowed. A truly enormous…
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Ninka and I were supposed to make muffins on Tuesday. But somehow her enthusiasm faded, so we put it off until today.…
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You could be mistaken for thinking Christmas is just around the corner. Mistaken, exactly. Because, my dear friends, Christmas isn’t knocking at…
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Not much to write here. Bigos is bigos. Everyone more or less knows what it’s about. But this particular bigos came over…
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Today is Independence Day and Saint Martin’s Day. I’ll add, immodestly, that it’s my name day. So Ninka and I came up…
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I don’t know whether you manage to get through IKEA buying only what you went there for. Sometimes I manage not to…
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A fairly important date in the life of Primitive Kitchen is approaching. Does anyone know which one? There are 10 days to…
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