Saturday morning I found myself bending over and picking up some small bit of thread, dirt, speck of something on the floor just like my Nagymama use to do and this thought of my Nagymama inspired me to make some palacsinta. I know, what a weird way to get to this thought.
So I looked up the recipe online and whipped up a batch. Unfortunately they ended up resembling french crepes instead of my Nagymama's palacsinta.
I had some canned peaches which I warmed up with silvered almonds and put them inside the palacsina/french crepe.
They tasted good but not like Nagymama's. Oh well. It was nice to think about her while making this sweet treat.
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