A Soup.... and a Goodbye!
Words just don't come easy.
Thoughts are still cluttered in my mind.
It is hard to believe, to accept the truth.
It is hard to put the thoughts and the words together without tears, without pain.
What I held to as a pillar in my life is gone and never will be back.
Never did I think that the three days at Easter would be the last three days together. And still I had to let him go. Had to let him find his piece and rest in my heart... forever.
...
I used to tell him I was his Sun... I used to wait for him to get back home from work, impatient to sit in his lap and every time told him: "You know, mummy didn't give me anyyyyyything to eat today!" just so I could stay in his lap and have dinner together.
...
It seems like ages have passed since those days and yet the years have gone by far too fast.
Part of my heart is locked now. It's where I want to keep jealously all the love my parents have given me. Both gone too soon. Both had so much life ahead to live, so much to share, so much love to give...
When I close my eyes I hear my daughter's words... Now grandma is not alone anymore, they will never separate again.
...
It is strange to sit now and go back to everyday petty things, food, writing. Does it really make sense?
My father was a person who enjoyed life, enjoyed good food.
It is for his memory that I don't want to stop writing on my blog. I know he would be proud of me. And many times still will I think, If only Daddy was here, he'd love this.
I wasn't given a chance to cook this for you, but I'm sure you would have loved it.
Love you, Daddy.
Love you, Mom.
Watch over us all...
Thoughts are still cluttered in my mind.
It is hard to believe, to accept the truth.
It is hard to put the thoughts and the words together without tears, without pain.
What I held to as a pillar in my life is gone and never will be back.
Never did I think that the three days at Easter would be the last three days together. And still I had to let him go. Had to let him find his piece and rest in my heart... forever.
...
I used to tell him I was his Sun... I used to wait for him to get back home from work, impatient to sit in his lap and every time told him: "You know, mummy didn't give me anyyyyyything to eat today!" just so I could stay in his lap and have dinner together.
...
It seems like ages have passed since those days and yet the years have gone by far too fast.
Part of my heart is locked now. It's where I want to keep jealously all the love my parents have given me. Both gone too soon. Both had so much life ahead to live, so much to share, so much love to give...
When I close my eyes I hear my daughter's words... Now grandma is not alone anymore, they will never separate again.
...
It is strange to sit now and go back to everyday petty things, food, writing. Does it really make sense?
My father was a person who enjoyed life, enjoyed good food.
It is for his memory that I don't want to stop writing on my blog. I know he would be proud of me. And many times still will I think, If only Daddy was here, he'd love this.
I wasn't given a chance to cook this for you, but I'm sure you would have loved it.
Love you, Daddy.
Love you, Mom.
Watch over us all...
Chickpeas and Apple Cream of Soup
* 500 g precooked chickpeas
* 2 organic apples - Golden
* 1 small onion
* 1/2 to 1 teaspoon turmeric spice
* about 1 liter vegetable stock
* extra virgin olive oil
* salt
* pink pepper corns
* fresh chive
Finely chop the onion and cook on low heat with 2 TBspoons EVOO until the onion is soft (a couple minutes).
Cut the unpeeled apples into small cubes.
Add the apple cubes to the pot with onion and saute together for 1 minute.
Add the drained chickpeas, the turmeric spice and a little salt.
Sautee shortly, then pour in the hot vegetable stock and bring to a boil.
Lower the heat, cover and cook for 20 minutes. Take a couple ladles of chickpeas and apple cubes and set aside, and puree the rest with a stick blender until smooth.
Adjust the density according to your taste (add a bit more stock if too dense, or let cook a bit more if too liquid).
Distribute the soup in four soup bowl and add part of the chickpeas and apples you set aside.
Sprinkle with crushed pink pepper corns and chopped chive.
Serve this soup warm.
Vellutata di ceci e mela
* 500 g ceci precotti
* 2 mele Golden non trattate
* 1 cipolla piccola
* 1/2 o 1 cucchiaino di curcuma
* circa 1 litro di brodo vegetale
* olio extra vergine d'oliva
* sale
* pepe rosa in grani
* erba cipollina fresca
Tritate finemente la cipolla e cuocetela in una pentola con 2 cucchiai di olio extra vergine d'oliva a fuoco basso finché diventi morbida (un paio di minuti).
Tagliate le mela NON sbucciata a cubetti.
Aggiungete i cubetti di mela alla cipolla e lasciate insaporire per 1 minuto.
Unite i ceci scolati dal liquido, la curcuma e un po' di sale.
Lasciate insaporire brevemente, poi aggiungete il brodo caldo e portate a bollore.
Cuocete il brodo per 20 minuti. Togliete circa due mestoli di ceci e cubetti di mela, e frullate il resto con un frullatore a immersione.
Aggiustate la densità della vellutata, se troppo densa aggiungete un'altro po' di brodo.
Distribuite la vellutata in quattro piatti o ciotole. Aggiungete in ogni piatto un po' di ceci e mele tenuti da parte.
Cospargete con pepe rosa schiacciato e l'erba cipollina tagliuzzata finemente.
Servitela calda.
Krem juha od slanutka s jabukom
* 2 jabuke Golden (po mogućnosti bio/neprskane)
* 1 manja glavica luka
* 1/2 do 1 žličica kurkume
* oko 1 litra povrtnog temeljca ili vode
* maslinovo ulje
* sol
* ružičasti papar u zrnu
* svježi vlasac
Sitno nasjeckajte luk i pirjajte ga na laganoj vatri s 2 žlice maslinovog ulja dok ne omekša (par minuta).
Narežite neoguljenu jabuku na kockice.
Dodajte je u posudu s lukom i pirjajte skupa 1 minutu.
Dodajte ocijeđen slanutak, kurkumu i malo soli.
Pirjajte kratko, a zatim zalijte toplim temeljcem ili vodom i ostavite da zakuha.
Kuhajte oko 20 minuta. Izvadite 4-5 žlica slanutka i jabuka i ostavite sa strane, ostatak smrvite štapnim mikserom u kremu.
Podesite gustoću juhe po želji, tj. ako vam je pregusta dodajte još malo juhe.
Rasporedite juhu u četiri tanjura ili zdjelice. U svaki dodajte dio slanutka i jabuka koje ste ranije odvojili.
Pospite grubo smrvljenim ružičastim paprom i nasjeckanim vlascem.
Poslužite juhu toplu.
Uz ovu juhu možete poslužiti i kockice od integralnog kruha: 4-5 kriški integralnog kruha kojima ste odvojili koricu narežite na kockice. U tavi zagrijte 3 žlice maslinovog ulja i popržite kockice kruha sa svih strana. Malo ih posolite i popaprite. Maknite s vatre, pričekajte 1 minutu, a zatim ih pospite s 2 žlice sitno naribanog parmezana. Promiješajte i ostavite kruh da se ohladi prije nego ćete ga poslužiti uz juhu.
Ti sono vicina con il cuore e con una preghiera.
ReplyDeleteGrazie di cuore, Barbara
DeleteSolo un caldo, forte abbraccio, pieno d'affetto
ReplyDeleteso sorry for your loss:(
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteI'm so sorry for your loss, Dajana...wrapping you in a big hug from afar.
ReplyDeleteMi dispiace tantissimo Dajana. Sono sicurissima che tuo padre sia sempre stato orgogliosissimo della sua figlioletta. Ora da lassu' veglieranno insieme su di te e tutti i tuoi cari. Ti abbraccio stretissima
ReplyDeleteDajana, primite moje najiskrenije saučešće. Izgubila sam oca i sama pre dve i po godine i, dokle god ne mogu da vam kažem da bol ne nestaje - jer bih vas lagala kad bih to rekla - savetujem vam da se držite hrabro.
ReplyDeletePrimi moje saucesce. Shvatam sta pokusavas reci... Praznina ostaje, znaj. Bol, takodje. Ali, razlika je sto nekako naucimo (mislimo da smo naucili) da to kontrolisemo, ali uvek suze znaju same poteci, bas kao sto su i meni sada dok sam citala tvoje reci. Koliko god surovo bilo, jedno je istinito, zivot nikog neceka, nastavlja se i bez nas i bez nasih najdrazih ali ako je za utehu, mozemo verovati da zivota ima i van ovih (zemaljskih) prostora. Zagrljaj ti saljem.
ReplyDeletePrimi moje saučešće! Teški su ti događaji i ma šta mi rekli sa strane ti ostaješ da se boriš sa uspomenama i ogromnom prazninom. Nije lako ali znaj ima jedna musrost starih ljudi, 'samo neka ide po redu', tako kažu. To ti neće doneti neku utehu ali to je životna istina, koju stalno ponavljam mojoj deci, jer stalno strahuju kad se na bilo šta nehotično požalimo.
ReplyDeletetako mi je žao zbog tvog gubitka. najiskrenija sućut a tati mir vječni.
ReplyDeletepredivna juha a ova jabuka je sigurno pravo osvježenje.
Iskreno saučešće znam kako ti je , nažalost prošla sam kroz tu bol koja nikad ne prolazi ali ljubav i sreća koju ste prošli zajedno ostaje zauijek.
ReplyDeleteIskreno mi je žao. Sigurna sam da bi tvoj tata s užitkom pojeo ovu juhicu i da će te i dalje pratiti u kuhinji. :)
ReplyDeleteMnogu mi e zal. Neka pociva vo mir. Te guskam silno :(
ReplyDeleteNista ne blazi bol, cak ni vrijeme. Ipak, pomisli na to koliko si srecna sto si imala takve roditelje i koliko malo ljudi zaista imaju tople odnose, pune ljubavi. To je i utjeha i radost . Saljem ti topli zagrlja, Vesna
ReplyDeleteHey There,
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so many interesting recipes and so beautiful photos… I adore it!
Now i'm following you as member of your blog!
take care
Alessandro
http://fancyfactorylab.blogspot.it/
p.s. come to visit my blog and let me know what do u think about it ;)
Iskreno mi je žao zbog gubitka tate, na žalost isto mi se dogodilo i potpuno te razumijem. No moramo krenuti dalje, sjećanja ostaju i neka te oni lijepi zajednički trenuci prate dalje kroz život. Juha je jako lijepa , sigurno i ukusna, a kako je tatina omiljena onda je svakako i posebna !
ReplyDeleteIskrena sućut zbog tvog gubitka. Neka ti ljubav i toplina, koju su ti tvoji roditelji poklonili, pomogne da nosiš svoju tugu.
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