What a time. Me - feet swollen, tired with mild anaemia, trying to prepare for the unpredictable act of giving birth whilst finishing PhD, editing a book and juggling childcare. The outside world - still in the midst of a pandemic, unsteady and unsure, trying...
Making pierogi is considered a chore by some and a therapeutic activity by others. I belong to the latter category as you may have guessed. I love to experiment with both fillings and the dough, but I also love the familiarity of the act itself....
I'm not a great lover of Valentine's Day. I usually just cook a Valentine's meal at home, perhaps something a little more special than usual, and do everything in my power to avoid going to a restaurant on Valentine's Day. I remember once when I was...
It's a strange kind of sadness when your last grandparent dies. Of course, at 33, my childhood is long behind me, yet while any grandparent still lives, there is still a connection, someone who still sees you in that way. My Babcia Halinka was born...