scrambled eggs with ajvar

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Imagine a perfect life that naturally includes a perfect start to a perfect day. What would your first thought be early in the morning? Breakfast? But of course! Mine too. I’ve been thinking about that kind of arrangement a lot lately as you usually do when you are so busy that the morning routine becomes a race against time and stress starts to build from 7 am. Most, if not all of us live a life like that, well at least a few days per week. The days that mum has to work and her mind is way to busy with organising her day that any other effort in the morning is too much for her. Those are the days for strawberry jam on toast, pancakes (if the batter was made the night before) and boiled eggs and soldiers, if the little one pulls the mighty weapon – “Pleeease mum!” Continue reading

spelt bread & goat cheese

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This is what I’ve been doing lately. Almost every day, because  of  “This is the best bread ever mum”! And because the little one is so right. It’s good, no doubt about that but when I think about  the best part of this story it has to be the simplicity of making and baking this bread.

But this is not a short story. There is a history behind bread making in my life. I had a thing for bread a while ago. I mean a real thing. Since I was the main baker in the house, I decided that we deserve the best that some flour, water and a bit of a leaven can produce. We are not going to buy bread as I will make it. How hard could that be? Well I can tell you that wasn’t really an easy journey, because the first steps in baking such a delicate thing were quite clumsy. But thanks to the big smile on my husband’s face, every time he tasted the bread I baked (and I could not love him more for that, because only the strongest in their hearts (and teeth) could have survived those beginnings), here we are  just about to talk about the ultimate success of home baked bread!

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holiday is over

Avala

“I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place you call Kansas.”

This is because you have no brains,” answered the girl. “No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it so beautiful. There is no place like home.”

The Scarecrow sighed. “Of course I cannot understand it, ” he said. “If you heads were stuffed with straw, like mine, you would probably all live in the beautiful places, and then Kansas would have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that you have brains.” – The wonderful Wizard of Oz

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Kalemegdan

Belgrade, November 2014.