Can you tell me what would you do firstly with a plateful of beautiful, suggestively shining dates? I would make a photo - the interest to food photography is clear here. And even stunning aroma and appetizing appearance wouldn't be able to change my crazy intentions. Why crazy? They acquired such characteristic according to my family thoughts. By the way, members of my family don't share my maniac passion of food photo. They don't mind, of course, but nevertheless prefer traditional actions toward food. I'm sure you understood in what way. The same was with sweet-scented dried fruit: they were eaten. Somebody (hm-hm :)) did it without batting an eyelid and as if nothing had happened noticed that I should warn and stop grumbling: a round half-dozen of dates was left! It's better to say ONLY six dates, six lonely dates! This fact should make me feel happy.
Oh, give up being sad. It's time to go on. There won't be a photo of dates plate - you know the reason. But instead of it there will be sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce. It's very aroma and pleasant, and you may eat the sauce with a big spoon.
Treat yourself while I'm ordering the warehouse lock - I'll hang it on the plate next time. And write a note. With red felt-tip pen. To be confident at all :))
