Aubergines are probably my favourite summer vegetable. The ones I find in London, somehow often seem not quite right. That’s probably because I’m so used to a specific kind: the kind that comes straight from our garden, chubby and shiny, sometimes a little bruised, always in different shapes, always so beautiful. [READ MORE]
A few weeks ago, I became full on obsessed with making (and eating) pizza at home. This happens at least once a year, much to the delight of my partner and the dismay of my summer clothes. But as I love him more than clothes (and, truthfully, because at least once a year I love pizza more than anything), I always give in and to hell with summer dresses and bikini season. [READ MORE]
I didn’t always love summer; when I was a kid, I prefered Christmas and the presents and abundance of desserts that came with it. After I finished school though and started to have parent-free holidays, I began to appreciate the beauty of spending countless hours on the beach, summer lovin’, island hopping and, most importantly, the abundance of ice-creams available. [READ MORE]
Greece, apart from chaotic, messy and gorgeous, is also super hot during the summer months. Like, super super hot, you guys. Living in London, I long for bright long days, striking blue clear skies and sunshine throughout the year. Yet, every time I return, I’m always literally taken aback by the heat. It’s overwhelming and at times tiring, but still, it’s such a big part of Greek summer, I wouldn’t want to have it any other way no matter how much I whine about it. [READ MORE]
It’s been a week since I’ve been back home and my days are filled with moments of complete relaxation by the sea, in great company, sharing simple delicious food; they are also equally filled with frustrated, yet filled with sarcastic humor, political conversations over copious amounts of ice cold beer or crisp white wine. [READ MORE]
Let’s start this week on a wholesome, delicious and kinda sweet tone, shall we? Let’s start with some TLC, some gentle love for ourselves and for others. Let’s start with familiar, comforting, good-for-you, hitting-all-the-right-notes ingredients. Let’s start with breakfast. [READ MORE]
I’ve just returned home for a bit of work and a lot of holidaying. Going back is always overwhelming, a messy mosaic of emotions, especially during the first few days: passionate anticipation to be reunited with my family and friends, unnecessary mourning for some of my beloved everyday London rituals, childish excitement for the weather, sporadic teenage-like annoyance at my parents and absolute BFF-ing with my sister. [READ MORE]
One of the things I mostly love about Sundays is brunch. I mean, what’s not to love, right? Sure, it involves one of my favourite activities (eating), but that’s not all: a couple hours spent in good company, with delicious food, discussing the week that’s passed and the one ahead, fills me with energy and anticipation for the days to come (yes, even Monday). [READ MORE]
I left home for college when I was 18. I couldn’t wait. I was not a particularly rebellious teenager, although I was a big pain in the butt, and had a pretty good relationship with my parents, but I.could.not.wait to leave. So I went to college in the north, in Thessaloniki, a gorgeous city by the sea. [READ MORE]
I have a ferocious sweet tooth- shock right there, huh? Yeah, in case it hasn’t been clear from the many dessert recipes and ramblings I’ve been posting here, I thought I’d underline it, just to be clear. Lately, I’ve been getting my hands mostly on ice-creams and sorbets; it’s not that hot in London, but hell, it’s June, it’s summer and that’s all the excuse one needs for such things. [READ MORE]