Throughout my life, in my “up” moments and in my “down” moments, two big loves have always remained constant: Writing and Cooking.
Both activities would surface unasked, and never failed to absorb, and to sooth my emotions, whether of joy or grief.
“Words” and “food”. Two natural reoccuring outlets that my soul would always seek. For support, for grounding, but mainly for understanding.
The latest grief my family experienced has been a real “shocker”. In both its cruel nature, and in its timing. Having come in close succession to a series of family losses, and not having had enough time to recover, our latest loss has very nearly “floored” me.
It has also made me realise that life does not stop and wait for us to gather up the broken pieces, and to slowly get up and “resume”. Life does continue, with or without our willingness to be part of it.
Little steps, little actions, whatever makes us feel better, whatever gives us relief, one day at a time… Hence this blog. Writing and Cooking.
As I start this, I keep my family as my focus. Intending to gift them the loving memory of their grandmothers, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts & uncles. “Our” family, and its kitchen traditions, preserved for us all, and for generations to come…
A collection of kitchen stories and family recipes, both old and new. Some recipes are authentic of course, since I have written them down throughout the years, straight from their source. But mostly, its been a labour of love, recreating many happy moments from my own memory and that of my cousins, nieces, nephews, and extended family. Most of whom of course, love the kitchen as much as I do!
The stories are ALL real, to commemorate my many -way too many- departed loved ones. Remembering those stories, recounting them, and recreating the recipes has been my therapy and my healing. I love you guys, and I miss you, but most of all I thank you for the memories. Its been fun!