Anyone else love cheese as I love him, huh? Then visit, not regret cheese here is more than enough! Let's start with the fact that cheese is present in the dough... knead the Dough grated cheese, sour cream and flour. You can add a bit of baking soda, but I didn't put - he wanted the dough was thin, not lush! wrap the dough in plastic wrap and put in a couple of hours in the fridge. And then begin to make the cake: for this we need to roll out a slightly larger half circle... Because "roll out" is always the problem then stick, then breaks.... I learned the method from Jamie Oliver and it goes like this: cut off the plate from the piece of dough and on the form (I had protonek round baking pizza - with holes like this!) throwing them into the circle of the desired thickness... a thickness not exceeding 0.5 cm Estessno proton grease and cover with baking paper.

Lightly whisk 1 egg and smear the tortilla.

Prepare the filling - 3 kinds of cheese, three (and note - I said it, and the author of the recipe! - no soft cheeses, like mozzarella, NOT ever!),

and greens finely chop.

All pepper, but not salt! Salt is more than enough in the cheese... Mix with 1 egg.

Spread the filling on the cake...

Now we create a 2nd cake: a plate of grease and "to spill" there's dough in a circle whose diameter is 2 cm less than the lower pellet. Brush with beaten egg. Here the author said something about the microwave, but I have never had it, so no idea... Anyway, tell me how I did...

So, here ENT on the cake roll on top with the greased side. The lower edge of the pellet and bend slightly suscipiam.

Here... on top of pie to lubricate the remains of the eggs and sprinkle with sesame seeds.

Bake in preheated oven 200° until tender.

The cake turns out beautiful and delicious - AND STO-O-Nly SI-S-IRA! Delicious both warm and cold - but I liked it more in the form of heat - one that damn microwave that can warm up, and I eats cold pie. So to resist the progress!

Now, about the cheese... loved it since childhood, when he was in constant deficit, and we knew only 3 types of cheese: melted, "Dutch" and cheese... ha-Ha! What to what products people like, you can even define his character... don't know... Know where he came from, it can accurately determine! And it was so... And it was so. A few years ago we decided to see Paris - you know, live forever in the wild West, through the garden - France, and Paris has not seen... what? Holy cause. Let's face it, with hotel lucky - however, some ubogonky (I will not lie, water and electricity, even TV was! but in some Algerian quarter, the tightness neopisuemaya if someone got up, the other had to sit, and even better to lie on the bed; in the shower I had to go - sorry! - backwards, because it was impossible to turn around to exit) - but! Important! close to the centre (two metro stops) and inexpensive. We were there for 5 days - Monday to Saturday; Breakfast in placed: a piece (not the whole!) baguette with butter or jam and coffee... We, of course, not "new Russian", to us at the restaurants can not afford, but on the contrary, we even shovels very quenching, that is to say, we love cheap and cheerful! In short, buying all sorts of nice and some just for a snack and ate at gothel, the boiler we have... lived - in the cultural program full persecuted... One evening after a modest, even by Soviet standards, the dinner (and it was on the menu: bread with canned in tomato sauce + tea) was standing in the program of the visit to the Eiffel tower in the night light... of course, teeth brushed, faces washed and dressed we even have "European", that is to say, quite tasteless and unassumingly - so here we go in the subway car, it was almost empty but we didn't want to do: remember, a couple of stops? Sit on both sides of the aisle - the husband on one side, me on the other. Next to me sits a young interesting man (blond) and thus interested eye zyrkaet on me... I'm too old - then think it! Gee-s! And then! in France! in the center of Paris! I said this cute young man to CLEAN! Russian! the language of "Good evening!", I answer, but then it became interesting, I asked him: "how did You know?". It is a question with a question "do You eat fish?" I say, "So did you brush your teeth!", "Still," says the young man. It turned out he was an illegal immigrant, a couple of years roam in Paris in the hope of a residence permit... Now what did we learn? Of course, from their Soviet habits completely abandoned, but canned in the "public", the more cultural areas, and did not burst... And it would not recognize (if not this case!), what nekomilfo! That's like a teaspoon in a glass of tea... Remember - scoops everywhere learned that a spoon from a Cup of tea is not removed, but the learned and those who were removed - the eye itself was squinting!