No, no, I didn't go anywhere, I just spent my Christmas days in a pure laziness and delight. And, of course, once your family gets used to whatever you're baking and they realize it's not dangerous for them to eat what you cook, they'll ask you to "make that cake again, will you?". Who cares that the cake they now love was first time made for Easter? This is how it turned up this Christmas (it had a brother cake, eaten by the time I took these photos):
miercuri, decembrie 28
luni, decembrie 12
duminică, decembrie 4
Remember how I wanted to write in Romanian? Well, I changed my mind. I don't want this blog to be about recipes, I don't want it to be about eating places reviews. It's just a breakfast blog, like many other. It's just about the photos and every morning's mood. In the end, I guess it's about good beginnings.