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

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

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

Dalmatian Chickpea soup

Dalmatian chickpea soup

As I was a child, I’ve spent every summer in our small house on an Adriatic island with my grandparents. This was a time of pure joy, of long warm summers, from end of school mid June to beginning of September. I still go there every year, it’s a tradition of mine I’m hoping to keep as long as I can, but those childhood summers are still engraved to my memories as some of the most beautiful moments of my life. Read More

Sablés viennois by Pierre Hermé

Sablés viennois by Pierre Hermé

I think I never had so many pastries as at the time I first came to Paris. It was normal, though, because you simply cannot resist all the beautifully looking desserts and viennoiseries lurking from almost every window shop you pass by. Several years later, I am no longer as easily tempted as I understood that not everything that looks incredibly good tastes incredibly also. Read More