"My grandmother it is said that preparation of meal is possibility to share the love, happiness. When she inundated пахлаву honey syrup, then whisper slandered: "Let at all those, for whom bitter taste of heart exceeds a sweetness, a fate will be changed to the best. When she sprinkled with a mother-of-thyme a hot pilau from булгура, then closed eyes continued: "Let this mother-of-thyme bring a calmness to those, who lost him. A meal brings luck only then, when she is prepared with the soul. This daily and on the face of it ordinary process is an additional chance for each of us to feel the real taste of life".Эльчин Сафарли