The story behind the kitchen sorcerer
| Back in my native Greece I remember spending time as a little child next to my great-grandmother, busily kneading the dough that would become a fragrant hot bread, mixing spices and herbs and turning the most unassuming ingredients into memorable dishes that, at the time, I could not fully appreciate. But for me, seeing her making the dough, waiting patiently for it to rise and get ready to be baked, smelling the sweetness of the loaves slowly baking in the stone oven, seeing them coming out bright and crisp, or watching her do magic by adding a few leaves here, a pinch of spice there, was an unforgettable magical time, laced with my great-grandmother’s love, her mysterious stories, her fascinating memories and soothing lullabies. Since then, cooking and bread making for me has been a reminder of her kind smile, an act of love, a feeling of warmth, the sweetness of remembering, the joy of sharing. Cooking and baking is an act of communication, of reaching out, of whispering stories, of imagining possibilities, and of sharing. Exactly what the kitchen sorcerer intends to do! |
the kitchen sorcerer 