25/05/17

Nettle bread - Pane alle ortiche - Kruh s koprivama

I have three simple wood boards that I've brought home from a local carpenter. He wanted to scrap one old long board, so I asked him to cut it in three pieces, I removed all the dirt from them and washed them with water and soap. Now I can put all the food on my boards so that after shooting that food can be eaten. Wasting food, or wasting stuff in general is something I dislike.
My wooden boards are irregular and I always have some problems to arrange them in the proper way. Under every board I have to fit pieces of cardboard or newspapers to lift them up or down. In this way I get flat and almost equal surface, but they will never be totally aligned. This is the biggest problem I have when arranging the set. All the rest is pure fun and joking with light and shadows!
My props collection is poor (don't say this to Mr. M, he definitively disagree with me!), better to say, I use poor collection of props. Glamor is not my thing, I prefer empty scene and a lot of air all around.


13/04/17

Brioche

Carpe diem! Do it right now, before the time takes away all petals from cherry trees.
First quarter of this year ended in a heartbeat and summer heat confused the normal season exchange. Yes, summer heat, becuase last week the sun was shining so bright and the air was so hot like it happen in summertime. I miss crisp spring breeze and white and pink fruit trees vibrating and slowly losing their gentle petals. I went out to the park last sunday to take some pictures and thanks goodnes I did it. All blossoming are over already. Dense green shades have covered the very last petals and we risk to have ruby red cherries on out Easter table, cherries from our farmers, not the ones arriving from some other part of the world. I'm exaggerating a bit, but how wonderful it would be to have right seasons at right moments again.
Now it's time to be amazed by the beauty of the awakening, to step barefoot on young, green grass. It's time to smell fresh and delicate fragrance of spring air. It's still time for some rainy days, but it's not raining since some time. The ground is arid, it's weeping for some water and the air if dry and dusty!
All has been accelerated, it seams that this year we will have eight seasons instead of four!


03/04/17

Boiled artichokes with lemon drizzle and olive oil - Carciofi sbollentati con una spruzzata di succo di limone e olio di oliva - Kahane artičoke poškropljene limunovim sokom i maslinovim uljem

I'm more able to express my thoughts with images then with words. There is a plenty of things I would like to say, there are many stories to tell, sometimes I even start writing and suddenly I stop, I interrupt words creating the sentence and I go backwards cancelling letter by letter the whole text. Then I open my photo catalogue and I start thinking about the story. The story that I'll tell with the pictures more then with words. Simple story with the simple recipe. Like the one I have prepared now.
I always try to find compromise and to put myself behind my wishes and needs only to fullfil all possible and impossible expectations...crazy me! Trust me, it's insane, I hate myself being like that, but I can change my nature. The spiny one, like these beautiful artichokes.


19/03/17

Orange cake with cornflour and almonds - Dolce all'arancia con la farina di mais e mandorle - Kolač s narančom od kukuruznog brašna i badema

I'm winter-like person, probably because I was born in December, at its very beginning and like every winter does, I've learned to wait silently the arrival of every new change.
Winter days are firm, the ground is closed and frozen, nothing's changing with all speed.
Winter days create long black shadows and during foggy days it seams to be lost in a big white and humid cloud. Cold sticky air dampen the hair, rest down on waterproof jackets and tiny drops look so gleaming on dark winter clothes. Coloured clothing are not usual during cold winter months. People need to appear more wisdom and calm, so they wear dark clothing, don't they?!
Only the bright and sunny winter days make the difference. They happen from time to time to drive away the blues. All that light during those precious clear days, it's beautiful, soft and sparkling. The best light for taking pictures...and here we are...since I've started to write this blog the photography captures more and more of my time. It's the continuous exploring and experimenting, learning and discovering. Means waiting for the best light and rather cloudy afternoons. You need a lot of patience during long waiting for the right light, for the perferct moment to arrive, for the tasty and well prepared dish you have to cook and arrange on your favourite plate, or wooden board...a lot of patience and commitment indeed.


17/02/17

Pears poached in pomegranate syrup - Pere affogate nello sciroppo di melagrana - Kruške poširane u sirupu od nara

I'm attracted by rubber boots, I may say I really want them! I mean the black ones and without imperfections. The ones that will last for years, even if you don't wear them every day! Usually after some time rubber boots get fissured in almost invisible point of the sole or on the bottom side edge, but this miniscule crack get the foot immediately soaked when you plunge in a cold and dirty water of the first puddle on your way!
When I went to the countryside last time, during one of those humid and foggy days, I was wearing my brown suede shoes. It was a big mistake. I really regret I haven't bought black rubber boots! When I was a child I did have them, ohhh yes, every child used to wear black rubber boots during rainy autumn days. Then we were free to jump in every puddle on our way to school...untill one small, quite invisible abyss started to filter the liquid and the puddle suddenly started to grow inside the boot!


13/01/17

Fragrant cookies with cinnamon and orange peel - Biscotti profumati con cannella e buccia d'arancia - Mirisni keksi s cimetom i koricom naranče

Even if holiday baking should be over since some time, after a few very lazy weeks and a lot of sweet stuff of any kind, I would have never said that I could still desire something sweet. But it happens over and over again, especially in the evening, when the daylights fade and I just need to relax with a cup of steaming tea in my hands. I close my eyes, because I don't want to see that we still miss so many things to be done in our renovated apartment and I begin to dream about my next cookies. I didn’t bake much this time, but my mother did it instead. I was to busy running here and there trying to finish all commitments before the year ends and catching the final deadlines. While all the rest of blogosphere has been so active around holiday season, I was just observing all those beauties and thinking about my messy December. It all remembered me how good it is to be back home…it’s the best place to calm down and to forget for a while the craziness and the haste of our lives.