On the first day, just off the plane, strolling around I ran across these heavenly delights, the walnut-shaped ones called oreshki, thickish crispy dough with a center of perfect caramel, not too sweet, not too much, not too sticky. All night I thought about how I would get another one the next day.
But the next day I couldn’t find the dang things!
Then today I got a picture on my phone and asked at several bakeries until one guy standing in line while I was asking took my phone, brought up the map, and sent me to the perfect spot, the one in fact that I had found the first day.
I couldn’t buy the whole bag because then I would have had to eat the whole bag so I just bought three.