I'm back with a recipe from grandma! These wonderful, soft, fluffy and fragrant pellet grandmother roasted almost every day in the summer I had forgotten what the bread and only ate them! Remember how delicious they were with a mug of warm milk, I was sitting with Granny on his knees and ate, and my grandmother stroked my head and told me all sorts of interesting stories about himself, about his youth, particularly I loved to hear the story of my grandparents, it is truly fabulous and beautiful... ))) Girls and boys, happy Victory Day to you!!!