(OUR) MY DAILY BREAD
I have felt bread dough in my hands for many years and loaf after loaf I couldn’t stop thinking how much the art of bread is like the art of love.
RICE PUDDING or WHO GETS THE CROWN
Rice pudding...
Or we might as well call it The Apple Of Discord in my family. You see, everybody – could that be my Grandmother, could that be Mamma or even mum’s sister, Aunty Olga – they all thought they were holding the crown of the rice pudding.