My days are getting shorter. I realized this recently when it emerged that despite my best efforts I don't manage to get everything done. I constantly have to turn away from one thing in order to do something else. But maybe this didn't happen by itself, because the only thing that happens by itself is chaos. Maybe somebody stole these hours from me. But why couldn't he have taken the hours when I do the ironing, which I hate? Why did he have to take the time when my children are sleeping, when I decided that I'm not going to do anything else today and finally I have time for myself?

Sometimes you feel you would like to eat something plain, or maybe something which reminds you of your childhood home. Sometimes you have to prepare a meal because your children ask you what's for dinner, even though they have already eaten at kindergarten, and the only thing to be found in your fridge is an echo. Today's proposals are ideal for a situation like this.

The cookies were sitting on a plate. Their smell lured me towards them. They were difficult to ignore. Regrettably, I had prepared them in the morning. I put them on the table to cool down and had to fight against myself. Sometimes unsuccessfully. At last I locked the "bombs" away in a box and in this way I saved a few for my family. The reason for my morning struggle was some very dark, very chocolaty cookies with walnuts and cranberries.

You might know that Francuska Street is the main street of Saska Kępa, but did you know that Saska Kępa was not always called "Saska"? It used to be Kępa Wiślana because it was an island on the river, then it was Kępa Solecka because it belonged to Solec Village, and then Kawcza and Holenderska. It came to be called Saska because August III Sas discovered the place and was fond of having picnics there.

Everyone would someday like to feel like a real chef or creator and not only a reproducer of other people's recipes. Due to the fact that necessity is the mother of invention, most housewives create new versions of classical dishes without even thinking about it. Some time ago my husband came up with his own recipe. From a few simple ingredients he created an omelette, or rather a farl, which you can serve in various different ways: sweet with fruit, honey or maple syrup, or spicy with fried onion and chili pepper or whatever you like.