Most weekends my grandmother cooked for her family. Lunch consisted of meat, potatoes, in big long iron trays cooked in an outdoor clay oven that had been heated with dry olive and carob branches. She also made a lot of pasta arranged in two large platters, one with pasta cooked al dente and another with […]
Rabbit Stew and Orzo
Cinnamon and spice and all things nice About 10 years ago my father gave me a book as present. It’s a cook book without any photos, dubious hand drawn illustrations and no portion sizes in any of the recipes. It is written unapologetically in a strong dialect with a glossary at the back to explain […]
