There was always vegetable soup on the table, at the corner on the wood burning stowe, waiting for Grandad to come from his little carpenter work shed in the backyard, for me, coming from school, for lunch, for dinner, for afternoon hunger strike, leftovers for breakfast. Soup is a medicine, Grandma always used to say. […]
I was feeling a bit low earlier today and I thought, what would my Grandma say. And she’s been at St. Peter’s for almost 20 years now and even if she did say something that I could use in this specific situation, I don’t remember it anymore. But one thing did came across my mind: […]
My first title was Gnocchelettis. Of course, there is no such word. Only my hybrids translated from my Croatian mind to English language feat. Italian dish names. Which can be a pretty mushy stew of grammar and synthax so… please bear with me. Luckily, Google is our friend so I realised that there IS […]
The spring came and with textbook accuracy I started spring cleaning and gardening like crazy. Well. Not quite. Spring is officially still dormant, but not quite. I did clean and garden, but not quite because of spring but because of all the dust and stuff you don’t want to know but am sure you also […]
I can’t stop eating rice. I don’t know what has gotten into me but I just can’t stop eating rice for breakfast, for lunch, for everything. Rice, rice, rice. I don’t have many sorts in my pantry so it’s either basmati or arborio, or some no name cheap mushy-when-cooked rice, but rice it is. Mostly […]
When I think of pumpkins, I think of old people. Not in a way like wrinkled or static like pumpkins old people. More like grandma’s warm kitchen, her old wood burning stove and yellow pyramides of pumpkin slices in the oven. It must be winter, at least I think so, because the stove is so […]