When I close my eyes and picture my mother in my head, I almost always see her in the kitchen. See, she has always been a housewife and did lots of work in the house all day, but her personal kingdom was always the kitchen. My father, on the other hand, I always picture him in the living room, watching TV or reading newspapers. The only times he’s ever been inside the kitchen are probably the meal times.
I lost my older uncle Sulhi when I was 12 years old. I loved him dearly. I can barely remember him now though, it’s been 26 years since he passed away. He loved me too. We used to visit him on Sundays and stay for dinner (or was it lunch? maybe sometimes..). He and my younger uncle Lemi would sit at two heads of the table. I would always sit closest to uncle Sulhi. I remember being slightly frightened by him too, to be honest. Probably because he was the oldest person in the family and he had an authority. Also, at that time respect meant a bit of fear..
I don’t make muffins often. In fact, I very, VERY rarely make them, even though I’ve known the song Muffin Man for 25 years. I actually have no idea if that song is really related to the muffins we know today, but I just didn’t know how to start writing today, hmm.. Anyway, muffins.
I don’t know where I saw this cake first, probably in one of my endless recipe surfing on the internet. The real version of this cake is called “Tarta de Santiago” meaning cake of St. James and it always has imprint of the Cross of Saint James (cruz de Santiago) on top. This one I made here is quite close to this cake.
About a month ago I bought a vegan magazine in Stockmann Herkku. I don’t normally buy cooking magazines but this one looked interesting. In the magazine, there was a vegetable paella with basmati rice and lots of veggies. I decided to change the recipe a little and use freekeh instead of basmati rice. It turned out to be a delicious dish with a rich taste coming from all the different ingredients.
I am back home in Helsinki after a 2-weeks holiday in Istanbul and I am again having difficulties adjusting to my own life. It happens every time I go to see my family. I have so good time with them and otherwise miss them so much that it feels like a drag to come back. I love Helsinki, I love my life here and there is nothing much left for me to do back in Turkey, but missing my family is huge… Anyway, cookies!