Cabanes des Grands Chênes: Breakfast in a tree house

It was a warm Friday afternoon. The streets of Paris were full of people rushing home after work or being on their way to meet friends for one of those sweet apèro‘s on the quais of the Seine. I was rushing for a train. The one that would take me far away from the crowded city.

Less than half an hour ride from the city the surrounding scenery looks quite different then before. Endless fields and thick green forests sweep outside the window as the train swiftly arrives to its destination. Outside, the air is sharper, frangrant, smelling of soil, trees and grass. Another 15 minutes ride with a car and finally, far on the horizon, we can already catch site of the tall portal in front of us. The gateway is open. As we pass through, a wast greenery open up in front. A 16th century castle of Raray stands tall at the clearance on the left. The domain wass once an area for hunting: tall and sleek stone deers decorate the walls surrounding the property.

So very french, I remember the thoughts passing through my mind as I was getting the keys of the cabin and map of the domain at the reception desk. I was about to find L’imprenable, my woden home for the night, 13 meters above the ground, lying in the arms of a tall hundred years old oak tree.

As I walked throught the forest, every now and then I would catch a glimpse of a wooden cottage far up in the sky: utterly blended with their surroundings, hidden by thick green canopy of leaves. The cottage I was about to climb to was the highest.

Once up in the skies, in the midst of the green leaves and thick branches, a certain kind of joyful peace landed upon me. I was in the arms of a beautiful old oak. Thick grey trunk of the tree pierced the wooden floor of the terrace while its huge branches leaned over the narrow roof of the cottage.
The night was falling slowly, as it does up here in the north. The sun spilled its warm orange light on the terrace as we were sipping wine an snacking on a light diner. As the night fell upon us, the sounds of the forest diminished too. The night was dark and peaceful.

We woke up as the morning light shone gently through the window, just before the breakfast came. A big wooden basket was lying attached on the long cord on the ground, it was on us to pull it up and earn our breakfast. There were local jam and honey, fresh bread and croissants, buttery and crispy. Coffee was steaming, pipping hot as we poured it in our cups.
The leaves of the old oak were still, moving only slighty when a bird would descend on one of the high branches. An inexplicable feeling passes through me when I think of it today, mixed emotions of inner peace and excitement. It’s another world up there, under a canopy of leaves and branches, the one I could visit ever do often, an ideal break from reality.

Farewell to winter: Apple cake with honey and einkorn flour

Apple cake with honey and einkorn flour-

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

Honey and hazelnut winter wreath-1

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 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

Midwinter magic: Lussekatter or Saffron buns-1

When I was younger 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 listened to, with songs about the dark cold Nordic winters and that 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


Poppy seed swirl buns-2

In Croatia, poppy seed cakes are a staple for Christmas holidays. The traditional poppy seed roll cake called makovnjaca (mak means poppy) is baked all winter and especially for the Christmas table. The relationship people have with poppy is rather clear – you either 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 a family lunch.Read More

Autumn chocolate pavlova with poached pears and chocolate tonka sauce

Autumn chocolate pavlova with poached pears and chocolate tonka sauce-1

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