So! Eggs with sugar beat

really, in a white fluffy mass.

125 ml of milk to boil.

Boiling the milk pour in the eggs, all while vigorously stirring, so the eggs don't curdle! Allow to cool.

Prepare the sourdough in the following manner: 125 ml of milk slightly warmed,

a handful of flour and yeast to erase hands into crumbs,

1 tbsp sugar mixed with milk, flour and yeast

- if necessary, add flour to the dough was like PANCAKES

Stick your bowl of dough in our culinary "pressure chamber" and allow to rise.

Fits great, although I did not add 2 handfuls of yeast, some Oscar-winning pros.

Now prepare the dough in the dough pour a mixture of eggs, then the melted butter, vegetable oil, salt, sugar, vodka and flour.

Knead until it forms a bun - if necessary, add some flour, but the dough should not be tight. I try to knead it first, if not the bun, then with flour amplitude-syudy.

Take a look - as the dough starts itself to keep up with... bowl - like shape of kolobochek.

Back in the chamber - come here! At first it was standing in my bedroom, and it was freezing - no heat (cool to better preserve!), the dough came, but slowly (which is good!), but that day I happened to have a fit of culinary rage - cooked a whole day and have not had to wait, although I usually wait for! in short, I put it in the oven at 40°. There's a test collapsed - vertical take-off, it came not in 2-3 times, and exactly at 4-5!

All - clean! Table sprinkle with flour, the dough is cut into pieces and fingers waschmachine them in circles. Very pleasant to work with this dough.

Put the filling (I got the poppy - 200 g steamed poppy ground 2 limes, mixed with a handful of soaked in brandy prunes, sliced smaller, added powdered sugar to taste and a handful of nuts). Was semifinala this comb.

Turned out 2 of the tray.

Bake on a baking sheet in the oven at 180°C, and you can take out the fry that I have not tried.

While the pies sit in the oven, prepare the glaze: sour Cream mixed with powdered sugar.

The finished cakes to take out and lubricate liberally with glaze.

Put in the oven and allow the glaze privatise. You can, of course, brush just (as usual) egg yolk, but we are not looking for easy ways!

This is what happened!

To say that delicious is to say nothing!

Rodney just ate and praised, but just the same, swept away!

Note the delicate and porous structure!

Yes, strange ways and destinies come to us recipes. When I first baked it, then realized that fate me to them led. First time after we left the Scoop (clarify that it was the Soviet Union! the great, the mighty! and not the scraps from it!), I arrived at the lost homeland, that is to say Ukraine, in 1997 as he pulled me hard to go to Kiev and Dnepropetrovsk, they say, to my Crooked Horns closer! Yeah, 1. more expensive, of course, 2. with a change in Moldova (the most interesting, when we stayed there and waited for the passengers of other flights that the plane was border guards and did not let anyone even on the ladder - and, of course, an independent state! for me it was opening, somehow I missed when everyone became separatist), 3. but the interesting thing was when flying: as a civilized person I your Luggage weighed (put 20 kg on the snout and a handbag as hand Luggage) - I am forced to weigh Luggage and hand Luggage, stating that I had the advantage. I, as a person "experienced" in Europe and flight prove that my hand Luggage - it's all right! Nakosya, is there somewhere I have, and then me and... (Oh, silent, and then in the bath will send, I mean to the banks!). In short, against the scrap no reception, okromya other scrap. Scrap I had, the fact that it smelled of kerosene in the literal sense - the plane was wound up and somehow (???) really wanted to "back" in a boring fed Nemetchiny. Scrap I had, but it was 101 mark. In short, took away my money as a pass to the plane. Yes, I was still happy and grateful that I could get back home. What? Kaka Taka a receipt? it was their kids on molochishko! Here, the conclusions I did learn quickly, gifted! Fly strictly in Kiev - mulon udovolstviem: all friends will, at all sorts of attractions will be noted, in theater going, once the revolution will take part, will be tired, and then home! When you are departure to behave reasonably and with the expectation: in the Luggage is strictly 20 kg, the rest in the carry-on fat many kylami and books insane - not that here books were not published, Yes, too expensive, Ukraine wholesale purchase! Conceal all innocent in plastic bags - "well there supposedly to put Mona! Well, not keel over!" Always take was escorted from friends - usually in Boryspil in the area of "check-in" outsiders are not allowed, so I pick up the stack of passports on top of my ticket and waving in front of his nose to the attendant - "fly" by: my your nicht fershteen! Me with a trolley with Luggage, allegedly, my husband is henpecked. And while I "check-inus", checking baggage, he with "hand Luggage" modest "smokes in the corner." Estessno, this hand Luggage very heavy and it will not run - so I buy the magazines, rag Kaku and sitting in the corner, until departure read here in these blessed conditions I read this recipe - Hooray Ukrainian sisters! it's about the benefits of reading, not on how it is commendable to make a fool of airport workers. In General, you have to give them credit: at least some still have a sense of humor when I first arrived with my daughters in Kiev, the young customs officer stopped her (no I did not stop - missed!) and asked whether the weapon -- she, not allowing him to finish speaking, responds: yeah, and drugs too, but you need to have your. To which he calmly flirt with her-laughed... Imagine what it would be in Europe if you hold the answer? I even think about it don't want to! life-long surveillance as a suspected terrorist, not to mention the cheese Bora airport and delay all flights for 2 days!