Russian blinis ... as only Natalya and her mother can make them

So, they are like crepes, but not really. You don't fold them over. And they are larger, and lighter. And yummier.

Here, Natalya has done them with her own specialty: her caramel sauce made from scratch.

Usually, the boys eat them with ... you guessed it: pure sugar.

The parental responsibility part comes in as one tries to prevent the sugar from forming a veritable mountain pile in the center of the blini, as the child pours it with alarming velocity, grin and everything.

But the caramel is special, and they love it.

Once, a few years back, my friend Thomas from Paris was over, and in the morning, on descending to the kitchen, he is offered a Russian blini by Natalya's mother, with butter and sugar. He accepts.

As it turned out, he kept coming back for more. Now the thing is, these things are good, there is no question. But I, for example, cannot eat more than two or rarely three. But Thomas, he ate (are you sitting down?) nine of them. And he is skinny as a lamppost.

In contravention to our dear Gabriel, who, upon completing his blinis (three), is always so very proud to show off the consequences of his banquet, as here:

And, here below, the video clip

In the end, he springs on us:

"I can't walk."

Will somebody please help me, and tell me: Where does he come up with these things?