for the first time since i moved here in november i had my family over. to understand my little story you might want to know that in my family cooking is not just cooking. it’s a divine act. mostly blessed with nothing but excuses why food didn’t turn out the way it did. the food though always excellent. general rule is one excuse per dish. your mileage might vary. i skipped the apologies-part and went straight for tzhe joy of eating what i had created in my wok-pan. things turned out great – and besides riitta, all the most important actors in my life were sitting happily around my table, munching my food. life tastes great!
i believe.