The house is filled with happy shrieks of children, the smell of fresh laundry, and the aroma of a pie right out of the oven. Snow falls outside in large fluffy clumps. I made big progress on my article today. We got an extra turn at church again this week. A book I’ve been waiting for finally arrived straight from San Sebastián.
Winter is great.
Here’s the pie:
It’s actually a zapekanka, not pie. Tvorog, ryazhenka, some coconut flakes, a splash of milk, eggs, sugar, flour. Apples and pears.