Sirniki

I do not want to write about the situation with the Coronavirus. It is just awful. The evening news reminds me of the concert parties or entertainment troupes that were supposed to keep up morale during the Second World War. The initials were "ENSA", so the soldiers joked that it stood for "Every Night Something Awful".

The snow has all gone now and maybe the Spring is thinking about coming back. It has not quite made up its mind, as the weather, though sunny, is still quite chilly and perhaps we are going to have another big freeze next week.

Typical blooming boring Brit, always going on about the silly weather. You probably do not want to read about that, so let us get on with the much more important matter of sirniki.

What are they? Well, sirniki are little cakes, made with lots of izvara, a sort of Bulgarian cottage cheese. 

We had some of these yummy little cheesey things (well, quite a few, actually) for breakfast this morning, with some good Bulgarian honey, smetana (that is Bulgarian sour cream, not to be confused with Smetna, the Czech composer) and with plenty of walnuts from our own trees.

You mix the izvara with eggs and flour. Then you fry the little cakes on your woodburning stove, while being closely watched by a naughty little Jack Russell. If you do not have a woodburnring stove or a Jack Russell, then I do feel sorry for you. I suppose that a gas or an electric stove and a cat might be almost as good. (No, our woodburner was not made by Bosch, but it is still very good.) 

There are definitely some advantages to being married to a Russian lady. Well done, darling!