I’ve been so absent lately, I simply didn’t find time to blog. I was keeping up with Instagram but getting an inspiration and finding time to sit and write was difficult. In the meanwhile I moved, got a new job in research and finally started to feel motivated and happy. Time has been running like crazy lately and I’ve found myself spending entire days at work, with so little time for other things. In my spare time I often find myself with a desire to do so many different things at the same time, ending up being too tired and without a finished goal or without having enjoyed the moment because I was thinking about doing something else. My indecisiveness often puts me in a bad mood, making me feel guilty for being too demanding and ungrateful with what I have at the moment, it’s a viscous circle. I feel like I have to get my priorities straight. Is it just me or do you feel the same at least sometimes?Read More
Honey and hazelnut winter wreath: of new and old
This year was full of happenings, things both good and bad, new and interesting people, new and old places, but most of all good food. I restarted the blog in February this year, determined not to quit again as I did when I first started photography and blogging 5 years ago. But those were different times, when I was on my doctoral studies (I have a PhD in molecular biology, there, the secret’s out) and had absolutely no time to continue blogging. This year, a couple of conversations with friends, reflections about the things which are important to me and a couple of weeks later I’ve found myself reopening the blog and started photographing full time. I’ve learned a lot from others, passed hours studying blogs and looking at gorgeous photographs, discovering so many talents. Most of all I had the time to cook all day long and practice on my own since I was jobless during the whole year.Read More
Midwinter magic: Lussekatter or Saffron buns
A couple of years ago I used to dream about living in Sweden. I don’t really know how the idea of it came to me, maybe it was the music I used to listen to, with songs about the dark cold Nordic winters, mystic and deep relationship with the nature and celebration of its beauty. Soon I started learning Swedish language and I was enchanted by the sound of it. I learned about Swedish culture, customs and food and felt a strong belonging to the country I’ve never visited before.Read More
Poppy seed swirl buns
In Croatia, poppy seed cakes are a staple for Christmas holidays. The traditional poppy seed roll cake called makovnjaca (mak is poppy) is baked all winter and especially for Christmas table. The relationship people have with poppy is rather clear – either you love it or you don’t. When I was a child, we used to celebrate Christmas at my grandparent’s house where we would have lunch and the traditional cakes for dessert. Read More
Almond and cacao homemade granola and a story of habits
There’s something clean and fresh in the morning. The feeling of new beginnings in the air when the entire day is ahead of you. Waking up as the morning sun casts light on the perfectly white bed linen can be a moment of pure joy. You get up from the bed and put the water for the coffee that will soon leave its lovely smell throughout the kitchen. Read More
Autumn chocolate pavlova with poached pears and chocolate tonka sauce
More than anything I’m a summer’s child. Having been born in summer might have something to do with it, or the fact that summer has always been – and still is – the most joyful period of the year for me. But alas, all things come to an end. The good ones seem to end even faster and all of a sudden I can feel the days are starting to change. I can feel the longer shadows and chiller nights of late August, then September. I can feel the sun rays getting weaker with every passing day and before long autumn has arrived, making piles of dry leaves at the doorstep.Read More
Summer and its oven-baked peaches
Going home for summer is something I’m waiting eagerly during the whole year. Home for me has two parts, one is the place I was born and spent the first 25 years of my life, and the other is my the place of birth of my grandmother, the small village on an island on the coast, where my roots have grown deeper than I expected them to grow. Read More