In one large estate there once served in the kitchen scullion Mitrush. Mitrushi was an orphan, and in the kitchen it was after mommy's death, for him to strive godfather, Anton yegorych, he is the master, the Valet served. That's how I got Mitrush to the kitchen, realized at once – this is happiness! Not because it was warm and the food is delicious fall, but because of what was happening in the kitchen is indescribable wonders, and miracles who does not like! The main miracle here was Monsieur Bonbon. Though not ours, not Orthodox, and the work knew and simply was not very. Loved Marusha watch how Monsieur works wonders, studied and gradually began to dream, as he ever something extraordinary concocted, that his master liked and sent him a gentleman in the city to learn how over Andrey Voronikhin and learned, and his freedom gave.

Long was going Mitrush strength, slowly hoarded supplies, and so decided! Got up before dawn, slipped out of its cubbyhole in the kitchen and began to conjure. The first thing the stove is lit, then the dough is kneaded. Mixed the flour, warm water, added one egg, salt, oil liquid overseas, called olive, one soup spoon but one teaspoon of the juice from the scented-kislyuchie fruit of the lemon.

Have nimesil the dough covered with a towel and ran into the glacier left it there for the time being

Then put to cook French beans (he heard they are called beans, but Vaska that when the house served, said f-salt is the music, not the beans) Long Mitrush collected by the handful from the bag was taken, that did not see anyone, that lumped - mottled, smooth. First the water leaked, as did Monsieur Bonbon, and then, as I dried up the water, added cold

The easiest way to get to the green coriander and apineru (also spinach name, but Monsieur Bonbon always said "apinar"). Mitrush just went to the gardener and said commanded to give. Apinar Mitrush boiled, cooled, and pressed as you have enough strength and cut melenko. And coriander is a fragrant herb too finely sliced

Then ran to the pantry and returned with two onions. And finely sliced

Took a big frying pan, poured a little olive oil, fried the onions, then added apineru and green coriander. Salt. Held a bit more on the fire and put aside to cool

Rubbed in a mortar coriander seeds, but not in the dust, and so that you can feel them, he has long been secretly in pantry paved

Here already and the beans were cooked. Merged Mitrush water, cooled them, also a little salt, and added crushed dry coriander

Then took a towel, sprinkled with flour, ran into the glacier, the dough is brought. Roll out this dough directly into a thin towel, like Monsieur Bonbon told me to do

Put the cooled apineru on the dough and evenly smeared. On the top put thin slices of corned beef from England – bacon. Because of the bacon he was most worried about are caught from time – to demolish his head!

And as for the bacon, put beans

Turned Mitrush the dough to a piece of wood it looked like the edges gently curled, put on the sheet iron, the milk-smeared and made into a hot stove, it is still so wonderful was called oven. And waited until the clock three-quarters of an hour not ottekaet. But as time passed, he took my pie out of the oven, and he flushed, something where it bubbles swelled, the handsome one word!

While Mitrush admired the cake to the kitchen quietly entered Monsieur Bonbon and immediately smelled the aroma, was about to start shouting, Yes I looked at the frightened Microso, regretted it, then asked him harshly what he was doing there. Mitrush told that Yes it did. Tried Monsieur pie, long frowned, slurped her lips, said nothing, and bade the boy go bow cleaned.