I am really lucky because I was grown up with a mother who considered feeding and caring as her calling, although she always had a real- mostly quite demanding- job. Spring started with the elderflower season from which she prepared syrup. Followed by the strawberries and raspberries which we freezed. She prepared marmalade from apricots…
My grandmother always told me that a house becomes a real home first when we start cooking in it. Maybe it is because of the smells which give a promise of gatherings with delicious food and lots of fun. Or maybe because of the life that we bring into the house by taking the old…