Evening Kitchen

Sometimes the life is raw and smells rotten, like a spoiled food that has to be eliminated from the rest. In this case, rawness wasn’t in the life itself but the fact of being Sunday turned fatal this moment…Heyheyhey! but our kitchen was sick!….I mobilized my scientific instinct Jekyll style, and with Miss Hyde Olga’s support we could prepare properly the operating table and now…………..my kitchen contains... Read More