Like the vast majority of men, in the sunsets for the winter I love the scale. After all, two or three small jars of something indistinct taste and incomprehensible appearance with a proud name, which is difficult to pronounce, not mine. Not me at all. And to all the new recipes, "fruits" which then will then gather dust in the far corner of the wardrobe, and then simply discarded, treated with a significant degree of distrust and skepticism. Therefore, I share only proven recipes that I cook from year to year. Like this one.