19. November 2020

There is nothing nicer than a smell of sugar and baking of sweet biscuits, which remains us our home, our family, our comfort. Our sense of smell has got a very good memory.

I had a small piece of dough made up in the fridge and today I felt like spending some time in the kitchen with a rolling pin and practice for Christmas making traditional Czech biscuits. Short crust butter biscuits straight from the oven with a dust of sugar are just melting in your mouth and the one filled with a sharp forest berry jam – just divine. 

They were gone in no time. A small joy of happiness.