I just got back from a wonderful weekend spent in England. Without internet, no cell phone and no laptop. Instead we spent lots of time outside, hiked up and down the hilly and absolutely stunning Jurassic Coast, ate Scones and pub food, photographed the wind and were woken by the sound of horses. I had initially planed to work on this recipe for Smashed Roasted Potatoes during our weekend trip but luckily (in hindsight) I forgot my external hard drive with the pictures on it….
I already hear you thinking “Kati, the photos are nice but isn’t your blackberry rosemary focaccia a little overbaked (read burnt)?” And I hear you. I like my photos too. But the answer to the second part is “no”. Though when I took the focaccia out of the oven I also thought I went a little too far with my desire to add some crunch to the otherwise more velvety texture of most focaccia breads. And then I panicked for one second and the next I google “Is there such a thing as crispy crunchy focaccia”. Turns out, that’s how the original focaccia is supposed to taste like. Well, almost….
Let me get one thing straight first. I don’t feel very comfortable posting the recipe for this Tex-Mex Walnut Cauliflower Fajita Bowl. Not because it’s not delicious. It is so scrumptious you wouldn’t expect it from its look. But because I’ve never been to Mexico. And I feel I have taken this a little too far away from the original Mexican recipe. Usually I’m all for challenging a culture’s traditional cuisine but I tend to keep it somewhat real. I either look for vegan recipes or I veganize recipes that are easy to change. And I always cook recipes of countries I have been to….
After a beautiful and sunny long weekend in Zurich, I’m back to Istanbul. I always love coming home, not only because of my cats but because I enjoy the moments that allow me to process the past trip. I usually dive deep into work straight away, edit photos, write down thoughts, make lists of my favorite places and pursue ideas I’ve come across while wandering around. Not this time. This time I got really sick, the second I stepped foot into the taxi in Istanbul. Don’t you think it’s a funny coincidence. After we arrived in our flat, only 45 min later I felt like a truck has rolled over me. For the next three days I wasn’t capable of doing anything. The only hour I felt better, I decided to bake a vegan rhubarb almond cake. After that I went back to bed and didn’t do much for the next day or so….
I’m currently sitting in my hotel room in Zurich, Switzerland. It’s Sunday morning, 8 a.m. and my stomach is grumbling. The boyfriend is still sleeping but I’d rather go downstairs to the breakfast room and order a cup of fresh coffee and fill up my plate with a croissant and lots of fruits. We had a big vegan burger late last night, so I shouldn’t be hungry at all. But I guess the fresh Swiss air and lots of walking have a share in that. So now I’m patiently waiting because who needs a tired and grumpy boyfriend and let him sleep….
In one of my latest Instagram posts I talked about the concept of home and what it means to me.
Living abroad since more than 12 years, I often get asked if I miss home. I always say no. Then people are confused and ask ‘So where is home for you?’ It’s everywhere. I’ve lived in 10 countries on 4 continents. For me home is not a place. It’s not a mindset, not a feeling. It’s not about nostalgia. And it’s not a person. Not a single experience. Neither is it the sound of crushing waves, nor the smell of my grandma’s cooking. It’s everywhere. In all of the 10 countries I’ve lived, no matter if it was for years or only a few months. It’s also in all of the 70 countries I’ve visited, every city, every meal, every new friend. Home for me is everywhere. Home is literally where I’ve been, I am or I want to be.
The response to sharing my journey and my thoughts on it was incredible. Many shared their stories too and the countries they had lived in so far and I absolutely loved reading about it. There were also a few people who were interested in the how and why. And I thought my blog is a good place to share a little bit more about this side of my life….
There are two things that went slightly wrong this week. First thing, I changed my time management and instead of randomly writing down to-do’s for that day, I allotted time slots for each tasks. This helped me to prioritize projects that are important by adding it to my morning slots. But it eventually also helps to have a better overview on which tasks take up most of your time. It is then up to you (or in this case me ) to evaluate if the right tasks actually get the most time. Well, I kind of failed. Usually I’m not even able to stick to my morning slots and work much more on one tasks than I planned for. That in return means that I’m now sitting at my laptop and I have 10 more minutes to finish this blog post and publish it before my social Friday evening begins….
I love my life. I wouldn’t want to change anything. The only thing I’m missing are family food traditions. There are just a few rare moments in my childhood that I associate with the kitchen and eating. Most of them are shaped by my two grandmothers, making buttery semolina pudding or cold cherry soup. I would visit either of them during my school holidays and enjoy spending time in the kitchen with them….
Hello dear people. I hope you had a fantastic long weekend and enjoyed the extra day off. I also hope you got the chance to spend some time outside and soaked in a few rays of sun. If not, this German Comfort Potato Soup might just be the right recipe because I heard some people in the Northern Hemisphere still face ugly things like freezing temperatures and cloudy skies. This is exactly how it looked liked in Istanbul until mid last week. So early last week I was fed up with my mind making me believe its almost summer and wanting me to eat fresh greens and fruits and my body telling me that it’s too cold for that and craving comfort food. Obviously I gave in. Not just because it was actually very cold outside but also because it’s always important to listen to your body….
Don’t be fooled, this is not yet again another overnight oats recipe. Though it clearly is an overnight oats recipe. But it’s the mother of all overnight oats recipe. It’s a vegan Bircher muesli. The Bircher muesli was originally developed by the Swiss Maximilian Bircher-Brenner around 1900. Until today it’s still very popular on Swiss and German breakfast tables. Though today’s versions of the Swiss Bircher muesli often don’t nearly look like the original recipe….