Food is an important part of my life. My father used to say: “No problem can be solved on an empty stomach.” Family dinners where sacred in our house, and they still are. Cooking together, sitting down at a table, with families and friends always makes me happy. We don’t go out and eat that often. My husband use to say: “Why go out when I have a gourmet restaurant at home.”
We mostly eat out when we travel. Food becomes an important experience from other cultures.
I always cooked. I always created things, just for the fun of it. Then things became a little complicated when people around me wanted a repeat performance. My husband still talks, a decade later, about the “good sauce”, he hasn’t forgotten it and I haven’t been able to recreate it.
So, not to repeat that; I started to make some notes, that turned into a notebook, which turned into cookbooks. All because of an unforgettable sauce that can’t be remembered, nor forgotten.
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Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.
I first met him on a bright summers day, when I almost stumbled over him. He was just a few feet away from our front porch, a tiny little rugged Pica Pica; or Eurasian magpie as he’s more commonly called.
He looked at me with his big, black eyes and he wasn’t scared. When I took a few steps away from the porch, he turned around and walked towards a pile of wood, that my husband had… more
She sat there staring through the airplane window. It was blue sky as far as Helena could see – no other planes, no nothing. If she leaned towards the window, she could see the clouds down below. It was the perfect weather for traveling.
"What are we doing here?" she quietly asked herself. "Is this crazy?"
Helena gazed at her seven-month-old baby boy, soundly asleep in her arms… more