07. 04. 2016.

I Love Spring ... It Makes Me Sing : -))

21. 08. 2012.

Free accommodation in Dubrovnik - He who dares wins

Early this morning we found those guys fast asleep in one of Dubrovnik's city parks. So who says that Dubrovnik is expensive or unreachable? But I must admit I would not be quite as easy sleeping outside. You never know what the night brings...

20. 08. 2012.

United colors of Benetton

Detal from a local store

 Knowing the high prices of their clothes they could at least change the hangers every few years... View of this does not motivate me to buy at all.

17. 08. 2012.

The Pirate Cake

This was my homemade cake and this was the first time I've made a fondant to decorate a cake. It was for my son's 4th birthday. This cake was inspired by his favorite cartoon Jake and the Neverland pirates. My husband was very anxious to see it done and was very supportive. My son loved it so much (although he said that the octopus was a bit yuck :-) and has already ordered a  huge cruise ship cake with a tugboat to drag it for his next birthday :-). Hopefully I'll get some idea  how to do it by the time. This cake was such fun to do so  I'll be making another one for another big celebration very soon (but with different decoration).

16. 06. 2012.


My summer vegetable lasagne

This was the first time I've tried to prepare a meal from one of Jamie Oliver's recipes. I was actually watching his video on my laptop while I was making my lasagne.

I'm happy to say that everyone liked this dish. Vegetables are perfectly combined and spices are used wisely.

The lasagne turned out great. It was better then I even expected. I liked it a lot more knowing that all those vegetables came from my own garden (with exception of asparagus).

This meal is not complicated at all and I recommend it with all my heart.

Slice of my vegetable lasagne

Jamie Oliver has a simple approach to cooking. Love for food and cooking is bursting from each of his movements. And Jamie knows how to convey his love and passion for food to others. I saw him crying when his cake turned out perfect. I saw him crying when they tried to stop him from school food revolution project. He cooks with his heart and that is his greatness.

14. 06. 2012.


Spring is my favorite period of the year. Maybe the fact that I was born in springtime has something to do with it. I remember that during my childhood all my birthdays parties were decorated with large bouquets of red tulips. Even a brief look at the tulips always brings sweet memories to life.

Scents of flowers in the air, blooming meadows ... birds returning from the south. Nature seems to be wearing a new clothes, brighter, lighter, spotted with all shades of green and decorated with tassels of the most beautiful wild flowers. Garden centers offering plants of all kinds of colors and sizes ready for planting.

I can see chirping swallows building their nest under the roof, bees fly from flower to flower collecting pollen diligently and army of ants carrying precious seeds to the anthill by walking the beaten track.

This spring the blackbird arrived for the first time in my garden. I enjoy watching it so proudly prancing with orange beak high in the air, and collecting dry twigs and grass for its nest. And this blackbird sings so beautifully, I could listen to it for hours.
Spring makes me feel enthusiastic, happy and alive. I feel like a butterfly waking from a winter follicle and spreading out its beautiful wings for the first time. 
We could not survive without plants, without the sun and the air. Unfortunately the world is systematically destroying the natural resources. Therefore I try to contribute to the preservation of nature on my own way. By gardening I create a very pleasant atmosphere around the house, a green fence protects home from unwanted observers and also makes natural protection from the street noise. By planting various flowers, grasses and trees I try to create a home to various birds, insects and larvae that would otherwise have no place to go.

And when spring arrives I look forward to every leaf that grows, every flower that blossoms and every bird that sings from the tree in my garden.

Roses are among my favorites. They are so delicate, soft, their colors are divine and their flavor is heavenly sweet.

The following picture shows Campanula poscharskyana E.H.Frost a plant that spreads like a fragrant white pillow. When I planted it I had no idea what it would look like but now I'm delighted with it.

Callistemon is an evergreen plant, it has a beautiful soft red flowers of intense red color and is truly a centerpiece of every garden. 

Dianthus barbatus

19. 05. 2012.


Every time I get a wedding invitation from one of my numerous relatives I instantly recall the film Four Weddings and a Funeral. Only on these weddings there is no Hugh Grant to beautify the day.

It's not that I do not like weddings. I just don't like those meetings that bring together people who have absolutely nothing in common except for blood relation. 
I could blame the parents ... I could blame myself for not trying hard to stay in touch with the relatives ... but the fact is that we have drifted away over the years and become strangers and we are far from the family photo that can be seen in popular movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

So I don't quite understand why do they keep sending me wedding invitations. Is it because of the tradition? Is it because of the the gifts? Is it because of the number of guests ... I know someone likes to brag about it? 

A few days ago I brought a present to my cousin who was getting married soon. It is the custom to bring gifts on Thursdays and on Saturdays to go to a wedding. This time I decided to bring the gift and avoid the wedding.

I never spoke a word with this girl before. I rarely see her parents. But they sent me an invitation card anyway and I felt obliged to respond.

So I found myself in their house. I handed over my gift and they took it into a spare room. I gave the beautiful bouquet which they pushed into a too large vase and took somewhere else. I sat at the table. The hostess (mother of the bride) was nervous and the bride to be was still nowhere to be found and we had nothing to talk about. A few general phrases and then a long period of silence. 

After cake and juice which I took out of politeness the bride to be finally appeared. I congratulated her and she mumbled a few words and disappeared again. 

A few children were running around and we commented a few things about school and kinder garden and then silence again. After a little while I decided it was finally time to go.
I thanked the hosts for the invitation, I got a piece of cake to take home and I was happy becauce it's over and I think that they felt releived too.

On my way out I found out what was bride to be doing in the meanwhile ... she was preparing music for her bridal shower that night. She didn't even bother to say goodbye when I was leaving. 

Due to the memories of my grandmother and out of respect of my father I felt obliged to do this. And I feel peaceful now that it's all behind me. 

I really love big families especially when they are all very connected and when they take care of each other and help each other whenever possible. I wish our family was like that. But it isn't and there is no point pretending that everything is fabulous. 

I think that now days a word tradition is more like a disguise for gatherings and demonstrations in front of the neighbors and has a very little to do with the real customs and real feelings.

And I couldn't care less for any kind of a tradition if it's not sincerely and honestly presented.