On guilty pleasures
It doesn't happen often to me, but there was this morning where I woke up and clearly felt that the only thing that's missing in my life at this very moment is a pile of hot pies I used to endulge years ago.
The dish is called chebureki, and I haven't had one since my move to the UK (partly because those few times that I've seen them in shops they looked too shady to consume).
The dough is very simple: just flour, water, and some vinegar to aid with blisters.