So it begins to turn the thoughts, where the obligatory question arises of; What will I eat? What will be done to eat?
And when I was still thinking about it, one of my daughters showed up with the pleasant surprise of a pasticho for me to share with my partner.
And problem solved for dinner, and by the way very nice, because it had been a while since I ate a pasticho that I like so much and at the right time.
