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Cinnamon pancakes

A warm pancake in the palm of your hand, the soft scent of cinnamon, sugar drunk with butter. An ordinary weekday evening. I've never felt better.

French fries

I've never looked into why these potatoes are called "French." Maybe it's because of how many layers they have, how juicy and elegant they are.

Dumplings with feta cheese

These are halushi dumplings from my aunt Alžběta from Slovakia. From Závada. Unreal. Otherworldly.

Gróbska goose legs

This food is not just a filling for the stomach, it connects the ancestors with the present, so it is clear that when it is brought to the table, it is as if time has stopped for a moment.

Poppy seeds

Slovak Mozart balls. Without filling. All the more filling. Džatky are amazing in their consistency, when you swallow them, they caress you from the inside.

Roasted knee

It's definitely a ceremonial event. Everyone has to have their own knee, he makes speeches, slowly cuts the meat from the bone, and I can see how happy he is. Me too.