The right cutlet

The right cutlets

I have a friend with a first-grader son. Cooking cutlets: I twist the meat with onions, she sculpts. Always beef and pork cutlets were made in a ratio of about 60x40. The son didn’t really eat them, or rather, he almost didn’t eat them. He picks the cutlet with a fork and whines: “I don’t want to, I won’t.” And then she decided to add bread and milk. The son ate the cutlet, demanded more, finished off the second one, fell back on the back of the chair with a glass of compote in his hands and said with a heavy breath:
- Mom, at last you learned how to cook, the cutlets turned out to be delicious, just like a shop!
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