This weeks is all about cheese, only one of my favourite things to eat. I’m not a snob when it comes to it- I love almost every kind, in almost every form. Growing up, there was always a few different cheese varieties in our fridge (popular Greek ones, Stilton, parmesan and often a French one); that’s still the case with my fridge. I stock up on cheese almost every week and even though I don’t discriminate, I’ve noticed that here in London, I’m quite partial to French varieties. [READ MORE]
I first came across a recipe for a bread pudding going through the pages of Cosmopolitan, on a night flight from London to Athens; I was tired, cranky and super hungry. But flipping through my favourite flight read, there it was, the perfect mood changer: a dessert made with bread, sugar, milk, dried fruit and nuts. I mean, what’s not to be giddy about? [READ MORE]
I always prefer going to the gym is early in the morning- as early as possible, so I can get it over and done with; also the relative quietness allows me to focus on my workout and my daydreaming about food- my favourite thing to think about when exercising. [READ MORE]
A couple months ago, I told you all about how breakfast is my favourite meal of the day. Seriously; I never ever skip breakfast; it doesn’t matter if it’s 6 in the morning, frantically trying to catch a flight, or hangover silly after two glasses of red wine. There has to be breakfast and it has to be good. [READ MORE]
When I was a teenager, I would decide whether I liked someone or not depending on how they answered a simple answer: what’s your favourite band? I think my answer was always ‘The Velvet Underground’ because I really, truly loved them- and still do; also, because I thought they were so cool, so me liking them would automatically also make me cool (I doubt that it actually worked- I’m pretty sure I was not considered cool in high school). [READ MORE]
So the other day, my friend George requested some food inspiration to beat the January blues. I hear you, buddy. The weeks after the holidays suck. The tree is down, the presents have been opened and it’s time to put your party shoes away and get back to your normal routine. For me, it’s also time to stop having cake, cheese and wine with almost with every meal and get back to my less indulgent habits. [READ MORE]
I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but my parents LOVE throwing parties; be it for the holidays, other occasions or for absolutely no reason at all, we grew up in a house that was seemingly constantly filled with people. [READ MORE]
As I’ve previously mentioned, I don’t often cook meat- I’m not a vegetarian and don’t dislike meat, but I usually find myself mostly inspired by vegetables and their different colours, shapes and textures, plus I can’t resist the simplicity that cooking fish requires. Mostly, I’m pretty clueless when it comes to meat and don’t really know what to do with it. There are however certain meat dishes I thoroughly enjoy, so I timidly make the effort of making them from time to time. [READ MORE]
Vasilopita (Basil pie) is the highlight of the season’s festivities for me; the dessert is named after St Basil, a very wealthy and generous man living in Cappadocia in the 4th century who, as the story goes, decided to distribute his fortune to those in need, by making small pies and hiding money or jewelry in each one of them.
For the past few years, I spend New Year’s Eve at my parents house, with family and close friends of my parents. I always anticipate this night mostly because of the food- even though past 12 o’clock things usually deteriorate for me: by that time I have eaten so much, I can hardly move; and yet, instead of staying in and watching Home Alone or Charmed for the gazillionth time while rubbing my belly, I usually have to go out and meet my overenthusiastic, and usually quite drunk friends, for whom apparently the highlight of the night is not food. [READ MORE]