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
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 on the stove for coffee that will soon leave its lovely smell throughout the kitchen. Read More
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
Ever since I came to Paris, there is one particular place which I visit more than often. The small island in the heart of Paris, so close to the bustling centre of the city – Ile St.Louis. There is something enchanting about this place, its tiny streets and long quays, tall buildings with old inscriptions and wooden doors in all colours and sizes. Read More