It is a few hours now that I have taken the Easter Bread out of the oven, but the kitchen still smells of vanilla, chocolate and orange.
Sunny and warm, sweet flower-scented spring. The world wears a smile and the garden beckons attention, to be explored, to be cherished, to be enjoyed.
I love making breakfast Sunday morning at home. Such a blissful time of joy and relaxation. Nothing to worry about and places to hurry to be.
“To be or not to be my Valentine?” – I must admit this is a celebration, we as a couple, have truly struggled with.
Sunday morning breakfast scones are our family favourite.
The famouse Lebanese author Gibran Khalil Gibran used to say that the orient begins where the toillets smell and people drink boza.
My husband made these lovely Saturday morning breakfast bread buns.
It is 30C outside, beautiful summer day and our “little” happy girl is going to a party.
A friend of mine has recently asked me if I have a really good recipe for easy made muffins, and the truth is that I have hesitated to offer a positive reply.
American pancakes are something quite recent in out family life.