Tag: countryside

154 Rice with Strawberries and Cream

Before strawberries disappear completely this year, here's a recipe for an old-time classic, a dish that many kids in Poland know all too well - and either love or hate.

153 Dandelion and Lemon Jelly

This year marks my first ever dandelion foraging and jelly making, and I tell you what - as labour-intensive as the process of dandelion preserving is, I'm definitely going to do it next year, too!

152 Shortbread Biscuits with Cornflower Petals

Wildflowers exploded on the meadows, and it proved very difficult to ignore their alluring beauty. Below, the recipe for buttery shortbread biscuits with cornflower petals. If they don’t say ‘summer is here’, what does? Happy baking!

On Forest and Wild Edibles.

Once we realise that food doesn't come from the supermarket, we discover that we're capable of enriching our diets in edibles hitherto unknown. And with the knowledge of where the food comes from - comes respect for it.

147 Steamed Yeast Doughnuts with Cocoa Filling (Parniki)

Who doesn't like doughnuts? The problem with them, however, is that they are quite unhealthy, or heavy at least, as most deep-fried foods are. Parniki - the light-as-a-cloud steamed doughnuts that my Mum have been making since as long as I can remember - are my idea for dealing with doughnut craving.

146 Sour Cucumber Soup

How to explain a liking for this rather acquired taste? For the 4-year-old me, zupa ogórkowa was synonymous with a treat: something I know I'll enjoy, and what is also nourishing and healthy. Or so I was told.

143 Quick Soda Bread (Sodzioki)

Did I say I took a few of my babcia's sodzioki, neatly vacuum-packed, to Japan with me once? Yes, I like them that much. Crazy, no?

139 Uszka, tiny dumplings that are love.

As long as there are people who care enough to commit a good few hours of their time to prepare foods that, apart from sustenance, are there to bring smiles on the faces of their loved ones, the life is worth living.

Motovun, Istria’s Minas Tirith.

Lit by the shy autumn sun, surrounded by mist, towering above the landscape, there it was - Motovun, the Minas Tirith of Istria.