I remember when I was a child how magical I found it for a gooey mixture turning into a solid cake. How I waited for my mum to give me the spatula after she was done pouring the goo into the tin, so I can lick whatever was left on it because it was so delicious. And how I would stay in the kitchen and look at the oven, waiting for the moment the cake would rise above the tin, like a mountain in its moment of birth. So it was only natural when the very first I wanted to learn how to make was a cake.
For those of you who out there who are reading my blog but haven't met with me in person I felt like introducing you to a very important someone in my life. Her name is Mocha and she is my "daughter". Well alright, she is a Tibetan terrier but that doesn't mean she can't be my daughter too!
Sunday, September 14, 2014
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You know how families have legacies that pass down from generation to generation? Well, in our family a very important legacy is cooking, but not just for the sake of filling your belly. It's a form of art, performed with care and much love. The dining table becomes a canvas and we feel a natural inclination to fill it, not just with colours but also with smells, tastes and mouth watering memories. I got to be the one out of the four women of my generation to happily pick up on that legacy, so whenever I'm given the chance (and the day off!) I'm always trying to make something special. It's one of those special Greek dishes I'm sharing here with you. Pastitsio.
Sunday, September 07, 2014
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Monday, September 01, 2014
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