All long accustomed to the fact that the shortest path to the heart of a man is through the stomach. Strange all this, of course, but ... "heart stomach or stomach heart" phenomenon that is not discussed. Moreover, women themselves have long recognized that without a stomach the chances of getting to the heart of a loved one are not great. And here is the problem.
Something important will suddenly fail?
A business woman every day is standing farther from the kitchen, she has no time to think about pickles and, especially, live for the sake of someone else's stomach. So every successful lady has a hundred chances out of a hundred to lose his heart?In the light of modernity, when people prefer to have a cup of coffee at work and have supper at a restaurant in the company of friends, the path to the heart of a cute begins to overgrow and get lost. The first men feel wrong. They openly worry, they can say that they have long yearned for mother's mantles, flat cakes and skits. More and more often they abuse official food, more and more they praise "empty tea", drunk at home in the family circle. More and more often they ask their loved ones to cook something. Not in the sense of the overseas, but simple, homely. "The main thing is for themselves, with their own hands," they dreamily say.
Look instead of seasoning.
Can this topic be discussed in the women's circle? If you look at a couple of women's forums, make sure you can. Theme, it turns out, is eternal ...To understand the tragedy of the male stomach, devoid of home-made pies, we will get acquainted with the bachelor's menu. Men's stomach, in principle, is the same as chewing, if only there was a sufficient amount of beer vitamins and meat. In our experiment participated: coffee, sausages, dumplings, cigarettes, chicken, beer, sausages, potatoes, eggs and ... football. The single atomic mass of the assimilated completely suited the host. A completely different picture was formed if She appeared in the kitchen. The requirements for food increased with geometric progression. As men later admitted, it was important for them and how the table was served, and more importantly, how it was "served". Some were frank: they say, it's damn nice when you are invited deliciously for dinner. The mood improves, digestion too, and the heart just sings. Another male recognition can be considered a classic. We read: "If I am capricious, then: borsch, chicken with potatoes, tea without milk and honey cake." The recipe for a good mood can be replicated as the very path that is to the heart! However, psychologists insist that in the gastronomic preferences of men, it's not so simple. Women must learn to abstract themselves from belyashas and pickled cucumbers, supposedly so desired for the heartfelt happiness of the powerful of this world. Nonsense all this. And what is not nonsense?