Went to the culinary capital of Polesie to find out the secret recipe for her most spicy dish

Smakata! For motalskim flakami we got і culinary stalina Palesya

If you're a squirrel, you're a squirrel, you're a squirrel, you're a squirrel, you're a Belarusian. Sapradny gastranamicny adkryzzi chakayutsi at the agragaradka Motal Ivana раskag Rayona, know many Lasuns signified festival "Motalsky Prysmaki". Ale sjarod jisyatka vida ka кbas, palyandvits i dysmyanaga bread here yosts adna unfavourable calaryt strava, healthy ashalamitsa navat samaga patrabavalnaga gourmana - Motal flaski. Kab zvitsii you, we've got the culinary stalina Palesya.

I'm squandering my head. Adrazou, I think it's just a bucket. Kvetniki falls to the voknami, the courtyard of Daglejana, and on the ganka, yak at the Kaztsy, the important plump katas are sitting. Wyadoma, I've got a bunch of squatters here.

The squirrels of Volga Sobalev are good with good and powerful hands. Gatai dascipe cabet pratsuye varta nitsai at AAT "Agra-Motal", and free hour addai kulinaryi. Yana flocked to the signposts "Motalskie Prysmak" ("Motalskie Prysmak"), Yakia gushed on the scrolls of the town halls culinary fest, and пер wadomas navat for mezhemi krains. In the prazyaga holy, we guess, here is the pravdzyaztsa maistar-klassy on the jumping of the most admiral straits. Yes, Volgi Ivana, waiting for the charg Zbriaets.

Ale's croaking da nashaga dalikatesu z carovinaga strahnik (scar).

“Flyaci is an arrow of sluggish historiy, a sluggish gaze.” - Kazhutsya, Yashche XIV stagodzi Ikh Lyubi сам himself Karol Jagail, and Ramane Bulgakava "Maistar i Margaryta", Memayetsya, Afiziyan Abvyashcha : "Flyaks of the Lord." At our edges, the Gata was not a simple hedgehog, but an important pachastunak - Iago fell to the daragim gazzes at clay bananas. I'm the grandma of May, and she's not like a shtodzan strait, but she's not a saber. I'm a taxi and a traddy.

- Varytsi rub treba 6 - 8 gazin, pacula will not become soft. I buy a lot of stuff, I buy a lot of stuff, I buy a lot of stuff, I buy a lot of stuff, I buy a lot of stuff. The slain slain slain slain slain slain in steel.

Gaspadynya bäre patelnu, bet on the agony, shadee kawalak oil:

- The treasure is not shady - shmat yago treba, the cab was navrystva. Salt - I sprinkled the ashes of the Varza, there's a cyaper trokhi. And the whole calendar is a mint of pile, for a garden. I don't throw a taxi, I throw a hell of a soul. Let's get a flask of a damp bout. It's smoldering, Daduyutsya Wajitsa, the Strava's cab has been blown away. Hvilin Zesyatsi - I can get a chrtavazza.

Pakul flasks of tushazza, Volga tell the truth. Yana gushed . Motali. Kali was fifth class, pamer batska, and I was Babruisk. And then I got married – I ‐ 1989-m ago groaned.

- Native wax has sprung Zusim Inshai! The center perabudi, jumped quetkami, shops new, asphalt, flat, phantan. I was z'azjali, the House of Culture only boudali, but there was no magistrate and no vernacular. There were so many puddles in the streets that we, Dzechi, bathed in them!

Decratnag's smeared the waterway, smeared the gum. Calgase had a mysterious warehouse, for the expeditionaries. On the pension came out - pasjadzela chattyr months at home i heat пап pabrasil gazpadakku varta nik.

I'm trying my best.

- Grandma Maya backawaga bokoo on the vesti piraghi baked - on the vyazelli, on the saints. I'm a bit of a talent. I'm going to take a naikaga nasamanitsi sauce. So the kitchen is the talent of the shamaina. And the dacha of May, the Darechys, to the chefs at Bresce Pratsue. My son was given to Gatua, the pashantsevtsy.

- It can be with arzhan bread, because bulbai tsi is simply crumpled. We have Motali for an hour for all the poison for the bread: machaesh scarlet ч gaudy padliчku ... Smakata! I'm the tsimus himself - Kali flaki garachyya, Prama z Patelni, Kali oil yashche spitchi.

Pacule, I'll relish the Chakanne degustacii, the quenching of the squirrel, the squirming historia:

- We are in the midst of a thunderstorm, and we are in the midst of it. Let's get some flasks in there. Well, I'm so happy, and in May she likes flask. I've grown all the yana I'm putting in a gastramic asaloda. Yushka passerbala, and the most wet packed, kab pakashtavatsi pastry dance чн. I was ruined, Kali Sa became the sign of a bowl. Painted into the kitchen... The people of Dawkins, the people of Dawkins, have come to me. Flyaks are our geta shō..

I'm smiling. And Volga Dadae:

- And the halves of the dermal straits are all right. I'll set you up. I won't go out. I do not look at the pile kitchen panurai, sittings зznoslai, but I attrimlivaets is wetted for days.

I saprahads, our flaks have gone to dziva soaked. I feel like I'm in the middle of a caravan

It's like, "Traba's a slave," "Sapra'd squash," "Penna," and "Shackers are the standard of savor." It's a beautiful place, and it's your honor.

♦ vyarshkovaye oils - 100 - 150 g (not schadouice);

salt is the salt of the earth, and it is ours;

♦ calendar - 1 - 2 tsp;

♦ carrot - 2 - 3 pcs. sarednya pameru;

♦ wada - 50 - 100 ml (trohi, cab sprutushilisya).

Yak r abizi

Page treba varitsy 6 - 8 gazin, pacula will not become pulpy, zealanna pachitsy, narezatsy walosachimi, yakiya treba lubrication on varshka oil (you can with your favorite spices). We have to put out our straits for the wada 10 hvilin. yakovleva@sb.by

Hell of akatar. Culinary Traditions and like meatmen throw out the asabliva tsikavastsi from you, the pavajan shabras of the "Rural newspaper"? Daslyaytsa Prapanov on the electronic post yakovleva@sb.by. And the taxama aryginal raceptas people's kitchens, that's why Vartya took a month on the steel of our padpischykaў i Chitachoх. It's soothing and new sustraches!