11.09.14 г.

Some images of the Czech Republic...

Here are two photographs which I took from my old little cellphone. I don't remember the name of the place, it's about 40km away from Prague - the capital of the Czech Republic. We were walking through the wood and came across this abandoned sweet little hut. I didn't have a suitable camera that time, so I made it on my little Nokia.

God forgotten place...

 A winter sleep...

Then on one of my birthdays my colleagues gave me a present - a photo camera. That was one of the happiest days in my life. At the beginning I was very careful using it as if it was a very fragile object. Oh Lord, some people need only few things in their lives to make them really happy!

This place is called Slapy (outskirts of Prague, the bank of the Vltava river)

A way of life...


Secret path


And of course the charcoal grill. No barbecue without it



Window to Europe...wink1



You know the value of freedom only when it's taken away from you...


Long live the King!


Caucasian flavour on the Czech land..




10.09.14 г.

Prologue

Photography for me is one of the things that I truly enjoy.  I love snapshotting the instant moments of life and I especially love returning home, making myself comfortable at a cup of coffee and slowly screening the pictures on my notebook – image after image, moment after moment, sip after sip. Of course, I don’t post all photographs – some of them go immediately into the garbage box, some are quietly waiting their turn to be archived and only the best ones (at least in my personal opinion) are published to the world. I am not a professional photographer though it remains to be my dream. I am a woman in love with the art of photography.
When I was a little girl, my dad used to have a mini amateur photo lab in the house. He was fond of photography. He used to close the room, cover the windows with thick blankets and turn the red lights on. And there in the shade of blunted lights photography was born. Pictures of our family - though black-and-white but with so much authenticity and vitality.
I remember one moment of those magic days. I was around 5-6 years old and, like all children, I was very curious. My dad let me in to develop several successive images. On the floor there was a bucket full of photographs and some liquid. I made a bad step or something and fell into the bucket. My dad picked me up and reproved me for being inattentive. Perhaps this moment left an unforgettable trace in my life, which made me fall in love with photography. Or is that some sort of a genetic disposition?
I leave it on you to judge my works.

8.09.14 г.

Salmon and spinach pie

Usually a regular salmon can be either roasted on grill or peppered and fried on olive oil from both sides for 5 minutes or steamed. 
This time I wanted to prepare something different. I came across this recipe, tried it and didn't regret. A combination of my favourite products - salmon and spinach - made it truly an extraordinary taste. 

Ingredients: 
Fresh spinach - 200gr.
Eggs - 3pcs
Flour - 150gr.
Baking powder (leaven) - 1 teaspoon
Sunflower oil - 80gr.
Milk - 130gr.
Dutch cheese - 100gr.
Salmon - 300gr.
Butter - 40gr
Salt, pepper

Preparation: 
Wash the spinach well, dry it, chop in mid size and stew for 5 minutes in 20gr butter. Slice the salmon in mid size pieces and fry separately in the rest of the butter (you may also use salmon raw).
Bit up the eggs and mix with milk and sunflower oil. Sift the flour, mix with baking powder and add the whole compound on to the egg mass. Mix grated Dutch cheese, spinach and salmon and add all on to the egg-flour mass. Put salt and pepper as per taste. Knead the ready mass well. Spread sunflower oil on the walls and bottom of the empty baking tin (diameter 26cm) you intend to use. Then spread some flour and pour the raw pie mass.


Bake for 45 minutes at 180*C. 
The recipe is from Russian site "say7"


Bon appétit!

Kulcha

Welcome!
I thought for long which publication to begin with. First I thought to start it with the biggest love of my life - Bulgaria. Then I decided to begin with something that I enojoy doing the most. Then a bunch of other different thoughts popped up and, eventually, everything got messed.

On March the 21st here in Azerbaijan, where I live right now, they celebrate Novruz - the holiday which marks the arrival of spring. We had 10 days off and we decided to go to the province. My husband has many relatives there - ordinary but very heartful and hospitable people. Every day we were visiting one of them. The interesting thing about visiting relatives in this part of the world is that you can't refuse their offer to visit them as you're afraid to upset them. My husband's beloved ones are his two sweet aunts - Almaz and Beyim. I'll tell you about the second one which impressed me the most. She remembered me my grandma, rest her in peace.

This is her - aunt Beyim.
She lives in a small town of Azerbaijan, more a province, called Goychay. The town situates about 250km to the northwest of Baku (the capital city) and is famous for its most delicious pomegranate in the world. She has nursed four children - two sons and two daughters. She has beautiful blue eyes and unusually beautiful hands decorated by a very primitive wedding ring put on by her husband many many years ago. Please don't think that she appears this way all the time. She covered her head with a shawl because she was feeling cold. But this way she looks even more beautiful.
My husband used to spend summer holidays at her place when he was a little boy and she took care of him like any beloved aunt can do it to his beloved nephew. Those were the most unforgettable days of his childhood.
When we lived in Prague (yes, we had this experience in our lives as well), my husband kept on telling me about the most delicious sweet-bread once cooked by aunt Beyim. He said he loved having it with a cup of sweetened tea for breakfast. Now she is 75 years old and she's lost the power to knead dough.
It's all about "Kulcha" (in Azerbaijani: "Külçə"/English transcription: [kul`a], stress on the second syllable) the recipe of which is over 200 years old. I found out that nobody in my husband's family can prepare Kulcha except for aunt Beyim. Thus the recipe was officially passed to me for future generations and, for sure, I took it with honour. I baked my first one immediately after we had returned back from Goychay and my husband happily played the role of a taster. He said I took him back to the childhood. I took it as a compliment. 
My Kulcha was baked exclusively of home-made natural products which we brought from the province. You serve it with a cup of sweetened regular black tea.

Ingredients:

*1 tea-cup = 250ml


Flour
500gr.
Eggs
2pcs.
Sugar
1/2 tea-cup
Warm milk
2/3 of tea-cup
Dry yeast (powder)
1 teaspoon
Turmeric
1/2 teaspoon
Fennel seed
1 teaspoon
Sunflower oil


Preparation:
Sift the flour into a bowl (or basin). Add all dry ingredients on it (sugar, dry yeast powder and turmeric) and mix with a spoon. Put the fennel seeds in a frying pan and heat them slightly on a hot stove for about 5 minutes mixing uninterruptedly in order to avoid burning. Then slightly crush the seeds in a mortar and add them on the flour. Fennel gives the bread an exclusive flavor.  

This is the moment to show you the photograph of this ingredient. I found out that fennel seeds are available in pharmacy shops in Bulgaria in a form of tea J


Split the white and the yellow of the eggs. Slightly beat up the white with a fork. Make a hollow on the flour and pour the white in it. Mix with a fork and make sure to add the warm milk. Mix the soft dough – it must not stick on to your hands and fingers. Periodically wet your hands in the sunflower oil during mixing. Leave the dough for 1.5 hour until it double grows in volume.


After the dough has grown in volume, easily flatten it again to make a round bread and place it in a round shape the inner walls of which you have preliminary treated with sunflower oil. I used a shape with diameter of 26cm. I put a special baking paper on the bottom of the shape instead of oiling it. Leave it this way to grow in volume for one more hour. Then, with the side of a teaspoon slightly make several decorations in a form of fish scales. Now apply the yellow of the eggs with a brush on the top side. 


Bake the bread for 30-40 minutes at 160-180°C. Constantly keep your eye on the bread while baking to avoid burning. Sweet dough can easily burn. 

 Bon appétit!

Introduction

It's always difficult to start. Sitting and thinking what to write about myself. I'm just an ordinary woman like any other woman in this world having so many dreams that even hundred lives wouldn't be enough to make them all come true. I once dreamed about travelling around the world and my dream came true, to a certain extent. I dreamed about being able to drive a car one day and I have my driving license in my wallet now. And a bunch of many other dreams, realized and not realized, a part of which will come true, I hope, and some of which will eternally rest in the column of "Dreams".
This blog is one of those dreams which came or is coming true. I will try to make it a culinary journey and something more. Cooking for me is one big journey. My husband often says: "Making a simple sandwich is a whole ritual for you." In my personal philosophy food must not only be tasty but also as much beautiful as possible. I'm not proposing to have outstanding cooking skills, but I assure you that I do it whole heartedly. I will also show you places I visit from time to time, dishes I taste and recepies I take. If at least one of you finds them interesting, it will be a huge honour and pleasure for me.
Welcome, dear friends!