sreda, 17. julij 2013

Nostalgia - food

What a nice post to write just before going on holidays! The next two days will be spent packing and doing household chores so here is my story.
When I was a child I ate very little because I was very slim and short but I couldn't be choosy. One had to eat what was cooked at home that day. If you didn't like it you didn't get anything else. All children ate at school at about 10 am (school started at 8 and finished at 12.30 or 1 pm)and we went home for lunch. Most of our mothers didn't work and those who did came home at 2.30 or 3 pm and then cooked. Some students ate lunch at school but I rarely did that  and can't remember any school lunches.
I remember one special school snack that we all loved - we got a mug of hot cocoa and a 5 centimetre slice of "milk bread" as we called it. It was fresh from the local bakery and it was like cake. We ate it without anything else.
I had only one cake for my birthday - I don't really know why I had it only when I was 6 - perhaps because cakes were expensive and we didn't have lots of money. I remember it was special but not very tasty as there was way too much butter or margarine.
I went to France lots of times and most memories connected to unusual food are from my student years. I was often very embarrassed because I didn't know how to start eating and waited to see what the others did - that applies mainly to shrimps, shells and fish which weren't on the menu at home.

In my own family I started many new traditions - I baked all my children's birthday cakes and they always ate all of them. I put in plenty of fruit and cream and poured plenty of juice over so that they weren't dry.
I baked lots and lots of biscuits and pastries. I am not so fond of cooking and I obsess that I still can't cook very well. My daughters remind me that they are all grown up, not overweight, eating nearly everything so I must have fed them all right.
My husband comes from another part of the country and he brought some traditions with him. The favourite one is the "fila" in the photo that we make and eat at Easter and perhaps once more during the year if there is a special party. It is made from lots of bread, eggs, meat and some spices and then baked as you can see. The loaves are then sliced and eaten with horseradish sauce (we prefer horseradish with cream or with apples). We all love it.

Christmas and Easter (or any other special occasion )are the times when we bake and eat "potica" , our national cake. I love baking it. My signature one is made with hazelnuts but there are lots of other variations (walnuts, poppy seeds, cottage cheese, honey, apples...).

I wish you all a nice remainder of the week and a wonderful summer weekend.
If the wi-fi connection works in Croatia I will post next week from the seaside but I can't be sure.
Take care,
Kristina


5 komentarjev:

  1. That's a beautiful story Kristina. I also had to eat what was in my plate and if I didn't I had for lunch, 4pm and diner. I developed a massive hate of a lot of things like cucumber, milk soup, celery, sardines, because I swore myself that as an adult, I never will eat that again. And I never ever did !!!
    Have nice holidays, xxx

    OdgovoriIzbriši
  2. Ahhh hello, sorry for not being about so much lately. Great stories of your food life (!) and it is so nice that you now try to give your children what you didn't get chance to have. I went to Uni and had never eaten sweetcorn or tuna at home!
    Have a great holiday and once you are there relaxxxxxxx

    OdgovoriIzbriši
  3. How strange that a lot of us years ago had to eat what we were given and no choices either!

    Really interesting reading your blog.

    have a great holiday and looking forward to what you did and photos please :)

    OdgovoriIzbriši
  4. A very interesting read, thank you for sharing it. xx

    OdgovoriIzbriši