"Do you know why I can't stop loving you?" I hear sometimes on Sundays. "Because you smell like vanilla."
When I feel like running away and I have nowhere to go, I already know I have to make a mess. Then I just close my eyes and… escape. To myself.
Can you smell Venice? Can you hear the splashing of the sea? Are you feeling good? That's exactly how it should be.
I got the recipe from my grandfather from Klatovy. He liked it best in the morning after a long night at the U Beránků restaurant.
