Dita P.'s Diary 2

David is six today, he will go to school after the holidays. A lot of things have changed.
I've also aged a little, but really only a little.

But my passion for cooking has remained. I still prefer to cook alone, completely focused, while thinking about my loved ones who will soon be sitting at our huge wooden table.

And I still cook according to my Diary. Because unlike me, it doesn't age. It matures. Every time I pick it up, and that's really often, I like it more and more. Actually, the most! It's juicy and also touching.

Full of stories accompanied by 100 recipes.

Ordinary, extraordinary and always terribly good.

Every story has its food and every food has its story

I re-envelope beautiful meals with little stories from my life. There are thirteen of those stories in my second diary.

And 100 recipes. And they are absolutely divine!

I tell myself that the bun on a sheet pan is the only constant that has been in my life. Grandma and grandpa have been "teaching" me for many years now, and I now bring them the bun. But whenever I visit them, they have their own baked olejovka (a type of bread made with oil) baked for them. They hardly cook anymore, they just have to have the bun on a sheet pan. They bake it every Friday, grandma and grandpa together. Grandpa chases grandma away, saying he can do it himself, she won't let go, and the bun always wins, even in arguments. And so we meet over it, and I always remember Uncle Zdeněk, who took me to a disco for the first time in Humpolec, where he secretly fucked me when I was barely going, and when we returned to grandma and grandpa's house at two in the morning, we took out a freshly baked plum bun, threw half of it at each other, and at that moment Uncle Zdenda made the legendary statement:

"Ditko, you are such a nice Czech bun."
Totally on point!"

I prepared and lived the continuation of Dita P.'s Diary, single, married, childless and with a son. With great passion, and I got them all involved. For example, in the manly meals that I cooked for my dad and brother Honza when they painted at my place. I remember my dad with a brush in his hand from the apartment building in Jižní Město, so a retro chapter of Panel Story had to be created with all the meals that you will remember. The chapter of Buns on a baking sheet was divine, I baked it about three times so that the whole crew would have fun. And then he calmed down at Jíde pro duše, went crazy at the barbecue on Lodi bláznů. That's how it was. I know you will like my Diary.