Does anyone else like cheese as much as I do, but? Then come on in, you won't regret it - there's more than enough cheese! Let's start with the fact that there is also cheese in the dough...
We make a dough out of grated cheese, sour cream, and flour. You can add a little soda, but I did not add it - I wanted the dough to be thin, not puffy!
We wrap the dough in clingfilm and place it in the fridge for an hour or two.
And then we begin to make the pie: for this, we have to roll out a circle from a slightly larger half of the dough... Since with "rolling out" is always a problem - it sticks, it tears.... I borrowed the method from Jamie Oliver, and he does this: he cuts the slices off a piece of dough and uses a mold (I had a round pizza pan with holes like this!) spreads them out into a circle of the desired thickness... And the thickness is not more than 0.5 cm. Of course, grease the baking pan and cover it with baking paper.
Here's the thing about cheese... I've loved it since I was a kid, when it was in constant short supply, and we only knew 3 kinds of cheese: melted, "Dutch" and bryndza... Hee hee! And they say that by what kind of food a person likes, you can even determine his character... I don't know, I don't know... I do know that where he comes from, you can tell that accurately!
It went like this...
It was like this. A few years ago we decided to visit Paris - you see, we've been living forever in the Wild West, across the garden - France, but we have not seen Paris... How could it be?? Holy thing.
Let's face it, we were lucky with the hotel - true, it was kind of shabby (I'm not going to lie, water and electricity, even TV was! but in some Algerian neighborhood, the crowding was indescribable, if one got up, the other had to sit, or better yet, lie on the bed; you had to go into the shower - pardon! - the shower had to be put in the back because you couldn't turn around to get out) - but! The main thing! Not far from the center (a couple of stops on the subway) and inexpensive.
We were there for 5 days, Monday through Saturday, and had breakfast at the hotel, a piece of (not a whole!) baguette and a piece of butter or marmalade, and coffee... We are not, of course, the "new Russians", We can't afford to go to restaurants, but on the contrary, we're very Soviet, i.e. we like cheap and mediocre! In a word, we bought all sorts of delicious things and something just for a snack and ate in the hotel, we had a kettle with us... That's how we lived - we had a full cultural program...
One evening after a modest, even by soviet standards, dinner (on the menu: bread and tinned tomato + tea) the program was to visit and see the Eiffel Tower in the night light... Of course we brushed our teeth, washed our faces and even dressed "European style", So we get to the subway, it's almost empty, but we didn't want to walk far: remember, it's just a couple of stops? We sit on either side of the aisle - my husband on one side and me on the other. Beside me sits an interesting young man (blond) and he looks at me with such keen eyes... I'm old and I thought I was..! ! And then! in France! in the center of Paris! this nice young man says to me in the purest! Russian! language "Good evening!", I automatically answered, but then I was curious, so I asked him: "How did you know??". He put a question to a question "Did you eat the fish??" - I said: "I was brushing my teeth!", "Still", - # The young man says.
It turned out that he was an illegal immigrant, a couple of years spent in Paris in the hope of a residence permit...
That's what we deduced? Of course, we haven't completely abandoned our Soviet habits, but canned food in "public", and even more so in cultural places, we didn't eat canned food anymore... Otherwise we would have never learned (if it were not for this incident)!) that it's uncomimilable! That it's like a teaspoon in a glass of tea... Remember - the Soviets were recognized everywhere by the fact that you didn't take the spoon out of the cup of tea, but they recognized those who did - the eye squinted!