I am jump-starting today’s post with a disclaimer, pickled radishes evolve from all white with a red rim into bright raspberry pink. They get prettier hour by hour.
by Eva Felis on May 22, 2015
If it comes right down to barbecuing, I am out. Through I don’t believe in traditional assignment of roles, I didn’t even light this grill outside once. One part is I am happy to entrust this duty to Mr. F and the other is, he even loves it. I also assume his concern is, if I ever get a saying about his grill business, he sees fish and veggies more often than steaks on his plate.
by Eva Felis on May 12, 2015
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by Eva Felis on March 8, 2015
My mum never insisted on me eating my vegetables. Although she made sure that I eat something at all, it was always up to me what I put on my plate. This might give you the idea I grew up on chocolate and spaghetti, but it wasn’t like that at least most of the time. She made me want to eat healthy. She tricked me into eating vegetable loaded meals, which were luring with some sort of meat or melted cheese. My mum is good in hiding healthy under irresistible stuff, like broccoli with a Hollandaise sauce or cauliflower with browned butter and roasted seasoned breadcrumbs.
by Eva Felis on February 27, 2015
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by Eva Felis on February 11, 2015
I can’t believe it’s already two years ago since I moved to Atlanta. It gladdens me that it feels like home to me by now. One of the first things I learned is, Southerners are big in eating and enjoying good food. Restaurants are on every corner, new ones seem to pop up every week and recommendations where and what to eat, are given by everyone at every occasion. At the beginning I lost track and I started to write all this down. Yes it’s that overwhelming and almost insane. If someone comes to Atlanta and reports he hadn’t had good food, he did it wrong. Read more >>