Love under the baobab tree
I do not know where I had a mutual love of pasta.
Perhaps since ancient times, when at the Tashkent aviation factory wages began to give pasta. And, after the Soviet sticky and dirty gray, yellowish and imported food of the gods seemed slim and the Italian mafia.
And now I love pasta brand MAKFA. Thin, but with a hole inside.
Though I know how to make this hole, but never ceases to amaze this miracle art. The same feelings you experience when boarding a plane. As this huge bitch can fly?
And these pasta I like its punctuality. They cook exactly 10 minutes, as it is written on the packaging. Not a second more or less. And do not try them every minute, firing and trying to raise slippery spaghetti off the floor.
Well, about the baobabs is a different story.
I just finished paint green paint baobab leaves on its humanitarian picture (see. the attached file). On it, as promised, no devils, no zombies. Although the devil and wanted to hide among the branches of this amazing plant. And this miracle plant (see. Attached file) is awkward to call.
In short this picture you can safely let children. And five years and pregnant fifteen. Well, so far.