Food is love (culinary post)/ Hrana je ljubav (kulinarski post)

Often baking is a spur of the moment thing for me. Usually I decide all of the sudden that I'm in mood for preparing cakes and get down to it. That was the case last Sunday. I've made so many cakes (about 2 kg ) that I had more then enough to share with friends and family. Food is there to be shared, food is love ...well, it is if you ask me. That reminds of a story...About a decade ago I moved to Dubrovnik for work and   rented a house with a friend in a small village near Cavtat (a small city near Dubrovik). When we had time me and my roommate would prepare all kinds of dishes. When I made cakes I often took some to the landlady who lived with her family on the floor above us. Later on, my formal company send me to Italy and my parents came to pick up my stuff and pay the rest of rent. My mother was very surprised when the landlady told her about all the cakes I used to prepare. 'I didn't even know my daughter can cook', my surprised mother said. Truth be told, I'm still keeping some of the things I know secret. There should be a bit of mystery in one's life, don't you think?

Na pravljenje kolača često se odlučim u trenutku i odmah na to prionem. Tako je bilo i prošle nedjelje kada sam napravila stvarno puno kolača (oko dva kila), više nego dovoljno za podijeliti sa prijateljima i obitelji....Hrana je stvorena za dijeljenje, hrana je ljubav...pa i je, ako se mene pita. To me podsjetilo na to kada sam se zbog posla prije desetak godina  preselila u Dubrovik i  živjela sa cimericom u malom selu pored Cavtata. U slobodno vrijeme svašta bismo nešto spremale za jelo, a često sam kolače nosila gazdarici koja je sa obitelji živjela kat iznad nas. Kasnije me bivša firma poslala u Italiju, a roditelji su mi došli po stvari i platiti ostatak stanarine. Moja majka je bila jako iznenađena kada joj je žena rekla o svim kolačima koje sam znala pripremati. "Al moja ćer zna kuvat?", zapitala se moja iznenađena majka. Biti ću iskrena, nikad ne otkrivam sve što znam. Uvijek treba biti malo misterije u nečijem životu, zar ne?