The food in Croatia

I just realised I forgot to blog about the food I encountered while holidaying in Croatia recently.

There were a few highlights, one of those being the Lobster meal we ate as a family on our last night in Prigradica.

Dad had organised one of the local restaurants to cook us up a three course extravaganza of salted fish, octopus salad for entree, then lobster buzara for our main meal followed by grilled, whole fish and blitva.

Not as glamourous as this special meal, were our daily lunches that I prepared in our little kitchen.

VC was joining on the day this photo was taken, hence the three beers. Thought I better point that out so you didn’t question our drinking habits!

The local beer is Karlovacko. A lovely, light typically European beer.

This next shot is our first night at one of the local restaurants. We’d ordered a little too much food, because we didn’t know how big the serves were.

We did manage to eat it all though. No surprises there.

Whoa…it’s making me hungry looking at it.

And finally, there was AT’s birthday. Obviously I couldn’t get a birthday cake going, so I got some sweeties from the bakery in Blato instead. Mum found a sparkly candle that impressed the boys.

You can see a vanilla slice type of pastry and the two white, rolly cakes on the side were this amazing coconut cake. OMG, I was in heaven eating this. The figs were given to us by the old lady who owned the apartments we stayed in . She knocked on our door with a plate full of these ripe and tasty figs from her tree.

Food History

I was at my aunty’s house the other night, saying good bye to my cousins before I leave for the UK and enjoying some old movies we used to watch together as kids. VC and I were lucky enough to join my Aunty S and her daughters for dinner that night. Lucky because my Aunty is a survivor of cancer and is still receiving regular treatments to keep her well. Lucky because she was kind enough to accomodate us for a meal when she might not have been feeling like it.

Lucky, because she is a wonderful cook. A cook that has learnt the secrets of her ancestors and brings those secrets to life with each and every meal she makes. Everything from her layered wafer cake, to her salads, or even a simple broth are always so comforting to eat, they remind me of my childhood and my heritage. It got me thinking how family histories can be traced through food. Chances are the chicken soup and paprika I ate with my cousins that night was the very same kind of meal my grandmother and great grandmother had eaten in the years before we were even alive, before there were cars and TV. When mothers were cooking on little wood fired stoves that you can find in the komins that still remain in many houses in the village (of Blato, Korcula).

Funny little techniques and ways of doing are passed down throughout the generations, from grandmother and mother to daughters and sons, from cook to cook. My mum cuts her beans in a certain way. She does it because that’s the way her mum did it. Sort of like the way she folds her towels, which is now the way I fold my towels. I make my spaghetti the way my mum does, because it was her that taught me how. And my great- great- grandchildren will probably eating the same spaghetti and apple cake and chicken & rice that I ate as a child.

Once I made mum a cook book that contained all of the recipes we ate as a family. Not because she needed the recipes – she knew them all, off by heart. I made it to record the food history of our family. The recipes and meals we have shared over the years, the cakes and sweet treats we have indulged in at Christmas and birthdays. Food is one of the most wonderful ways that we can pass down through the generations a taste of who we are, were and always will be.