From Lapadush to “Obran Dimitar”, or what we ate at sea this year

It all started with a leaf. Several other well-baked puff pastries sat in the window of a bakery in central Sozopol, giving off an irresistible aroma. For a woman over middle age, it’s the kind of temptation you give in to with a growing sense of guilt once or twice a year. That’s why you …

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