This book does not pretend to be anything. It is, of course, only partly culinary, although it contains many recipes, but they are not systematized in any way and are not united by anything other than my life and my personal preferences. And you can’t call it a memoir either, because everything in it is too lightweight and subjective. So what is it? Perhaps the most accurate definition of this genre is a look and something with a gastronomic slant. I hope you won't be bored.