I’ve always been a wanderer; or a Peter Pan if you like. Unable to find a place that I could call my own, I stopped by – and never for long enough to become a part. Always on the move, recreating the same desk with clutter on the wall above it wherever I went. With a backpack full of books and foods that I know I’ll miss, I escaped at first sight of, I thought, routine. And so I fled – through countries and cities, shared flats and friends’ houses – driven by the insatiable curiosity and growing feeling of not being able to belong; in search of knowledge that would help understand the world.
Two years ago, however – I hit the wall. I couldn’t run anymore, I couldn’t pack my bag and leave, like I always did, being immobilised by things that were out of my control: my body gave up. At 31, soon after losing yet another job due to – now I know – sensory overload, I realised I might be autistic. At 33, I was finally diagnosed. The two years in between, I spent in a tiny house, deep in the Polish countryside, learning to navigate the world with this new compass in hand.
This blog is a mirror of the journey: a gathering of recipes, photos and stories about the people I met and places that lent themselves to be my home for a while. It’s an attempt to express gratitude for every meal shared, every story told, and the kindness I encountered on many world’s crossroads.
aho (アホ) in Japanese means silly, clumsy and it was a nickname given to me on my year abroad in Japan. Seemed a good fit back then and is still pretty accurate now.
aho’s homemade food blog was born in a tiny flat in Izumi, Japan. It started off as a collection of recipes for (mostly) Polish and Korean dishes. With time, the blog grew and expanded, becoming what it aspires to be now: a space where food can be celebrated and talked about. Through my blog, I want to encourage people to reconnect with their food: to eat a varied, wholesome and delicious diet, to be more aware of where food comes from, how is it grown, and how it can help create a community, a sense of belonging and start a dialogue.
Food is a universal language after all, and it is a language of love. Hope you’ll enjoy the journey.