Sometimes in a bar or at a game I can't manage to eat before "it", that is, before drinking. I know for sure that the ermine ensures that. Then the mornings are cheerful.
Once, Marika and my mom went to the forest to pick raspberries. And then we got lost. She found us, terrified, and cooked this porridge to celebrate that we were together.
Take a deep breath! Can you smell the campfire? The sea breeze too? Can you hear Niagara roaring longingly? I've already had a bite, so I've got it on stereo.
