Dear Santa, It’s hard to keep my Ukranian/South Slavic/Italian predispositzione to indulgence in fat, fat and meat with fat quiet around the holidays. BUT. I’ll promise to stop smoking for the New Year IF you let me eat as MUCH Sarma with sour cream  or Kajmak, cured slab bacon with Rye bread

  via and grandmother’s Sape cookies

 made with walnuts and butter – as my little loving heart desires – 
without (here is the catch)
making me fat.

 Your good little girl,
PS – please say yes, as everyone here is bugging me to quit with the dreaded/beloved stinky cigarettes, even though I  already banned myself to the porch years ago. Something to do with dying.