Dec 312011
Auld Egg Syne

New Year’s Eve in the part of the world I grew up in was the biggest night of the year. Bigger than your birthday, bigger than Christmas, bigger than the Day of the Republic. It was the night when girls in jeans transformed into princesses and gawky boys became dapper gentlemen dressed in designer suits [...]

Comin' 'round the Mountain

My hometown in Serbia is nestled snugly at the foot of the hills, protected from the harsh winds that blow from the Alps, lulled into a false sense of security. And any road you take out will lead you to more hills and more horizons interrupted by gentle green curves or sharp peaks piercing the [...]

Dec 022011
Smuggling Pot(s)

After almost four months in Serbia, coming home to the U.S. was not an easy feat. My roots took hold and in a way it felt as if I never left, even though I have been a guest in my native country for more than twenty years. I breathed in the crisp, evening air of [...]

It Puts the Eggs in the Basket. It Does This Whenever It's Told!

Easter Eggs, Naturally Colored Easter Eggs, Eastern Orthodox Colored Eggs, Easter Food

Mar 052011
Breaking Bread

Savory Cheddar Cheese and Chive Bread is quick and easy to make, but guaranteed to satisfy.

Feb 072011
Roll Playing

Soft, fragrant cinnamon rolls glazed with cream cheese

Close Encounters of the 42nd Kind

One August day, a long time ago, when the College Kritter was six years old, she ran into our bedroom, jumped on the bed, and looked through the window.  She used to do that quite often, but that day she ran back to the living room and said: “I think that I have stepped on [...]

The Hunger Challenge: Day One

I have been reading food blogs for several years. The blogs with really pretty pictures, the blogs with true and tested recipes, the blogs that care about the origins of food, environment, and sustainability, and the blogs that deal with food policies, trying to make a statement. My blogroll is as immense as my interests. [...]

Sep 082010
I Found My Thrill

This morning I awoke in a state of panic. I rustled the pillows away and looked at the clock. 8:30.  I wanted to relax and surrender myself to the last remains of slumber, but it was not meant to be. For some reason I felt guilty for sleeping so late. My heart was going to [...]

Aug 162010
Not by Bread Alone

We were raised in our grandfather’s (we called him Deda-Ljubo) house, a nice, classical edifice built in Central-European style in the early 20th century, painted pale yellow, with a beautiful front yard, a shed, and a back yard where, some time before my birth, chickens pecked around and an occasional corn stalk separated the unfenced property [...]

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