There is a village in Eastern Serbia where I always love to come back. It’s a village where Mrs. Ljubinka writes poetry and a home of her daughter, Gaga, my great friend. Village is Sumrakovac, and I visit every year. Last time I wrote how Gaga’s mom is a great cook and how happy I am about her dinners.
We picked our four shrubs of red currants almost a month ago. And some yet not ripe berries were left on the bottom of the shrubs for later. When I picked them recently, there wasn’t enough for the proper desert, so I improvised. I combined the ingredients I had at home and made a desert that I liked very much.…
In Bogutovac village, in central Serbia, on Kraljevo-Raška highway there is restaurant Kod Mira, one of the oldest restaurants in this part of Serbia. A while ago, I have promised more stories about Serbian restaurants. The first post was about a currently very fashionable Belgrade restaurant Lorenzo & Kakalamba and today I will show you an ethno restaurant. This is…
We are still in Istanbul. A city on two continents. Full of mosques, vendors and bazaars. We walked the halls of Big Bazaar. Carpets, nargile, spices… And lamps. Ziya Baba When it came to food we’ll eat while on the road, the idea was to skip the restaurants serving continental food for the less courageous tourists and try as much…