Authentic. Comforting. Delicious.
Growing up, I always remember my mother's cooking. As a Greek-Australian, her food was different from the 'other' mums... in the best way possible! Full of flavour and made with love. I especially remember her Saturday dinner parties; a labour of love that started early in the morning (or often the day before) so that by early afternoon the entire house (and street for that matter) would be filled with most amazing aromas of slow-cooked meats, roasted vegetables and more. Neighbours would pop their heads over the fence and rarely leave empty handed.
Growing up, I always remember my mother's cooking. As a Greek-Australian, her food was different from the 'other' mums... in the best way possible! Full of flavour and made with love. I especially remember her Saturday dinner parties; a labour of love that started early in the morning (or often the day before) so that by early afternoon the entire house (and street for that matter) would be filled with most amazing aromas of slow-cooked meats, roasted vegetables and more. Neighbours would pop their heads over the fence and rarely leave empty handed.