Kolobok

Thank you for taking care of my figure ... thank you chickens for bending your loaves. Last week my husband and I went to buy something delicious, took three pieces of different cookies worth 149 hryvnias. The two cakes are very stale, a week old, for sure. The cream between the cakes cracked like earth in the desert during a drought. One plot of Napoleon was only slightly stale, but the plasticine with which you greased the cakes can only be given to children to sculpt grasshoppers. And those other cakes taste like sugar with stale bread. It is generally difficult to formalize in censorship vocabulary, such a bullshit has not happened to me for a long time. Either Kolobko used to do much better and they baked as it should or I became a pampered Galya (no). Separately, I express my condolences to the saleswoman, who with the look of universal sorrow on her face cut us that cake. And thank you for the incentive not to be lazy, and bake at home yourself. Not so beautiful, not so smooth, but at least safe for health and psyche.