Barsuk & Kompotik
Barsuk Barsuk
Kompotik Kompotik
Barsuk Barsuk
Hey, I was thinking about how the winter woods are full of berries that nobody else really gets to use. We could pick a batch of wild blueberries and raspberries, dry them over a low fire, and maybe even pack some into small jars. It’s a practical way to keep the forest’s bounty alive through the cold, and I’m sure you’ll have a knack for turning that into something sweet. What do you think?
Kompotik Kompotik
That sounds lovely, but remember the rule in my kitchen: no measuring spoons, just a good intuition and an old recipe card that will guide us. I’ll bring the mason jars and a story about the last time I dried strawberries, just in case you want a nostalgic reminder of how it’s really done.
Barsuk Barsuk
Sounds good. I’ll bring the firewood and a few fire sticks. I’ve got a recipe card tucked in my pocket, so we’ll just follow the rhythm of the fire and your instincts. Bring that story about the strawberries, it’ll keep the day lively. Let's get started.
Kompotik Kompotik
I’ll bring the jar and a memory of when I burned a basket of strawberries on a single spark and pretended it was a romance novel. Just don’t expect me to send a text about how I’ve forgotten the jar’s lid—good luck keeping that in mind. Let’s make the fire sing, and I’ll keep an eye out for any new recipe cards that whisper “you’ll need a pinch of moonlight.”
Barsuk Barsuk
Sounds like a plan. I’ll start the fire and keep an eye on the spark, you keep the jar ready and your story ready. And I’ll watch out for any moonlit whispers while we cook. Let's get this going.