Rostered on for Christmas
The air is heavy with expectation in December. Like the thick fog that settles on a winters morning. Mornings where I can barely see out of my kitchen window as the blanket of haze takes over the horizon. Christmas is no different. The thin air is extinguished and in its place a thick heavy blanket…
Read MoreThere’s no place like home
I have lost track of the number of times we have been to Sydney. Hubby’s brother lives there with his wife and their three kids. They are our only niece and nephews so we visit Sydney often. Weddings, birthdays, new babies, celebrations and just to say hello there is always a reason to pack up…
Read MoreXronia polla agapi mou
Our family is a patchwork of lots of different cultures. There is a little bit of Greek, a little bit of Hungarian, a little bit of Maltese and a whole lot of Australian. Our multicultural mix not only makes our family interesting, it also makes our celebrations interesting. Now while it is almost impossible to…
Read MoreMaltese Qassatat
The phone rings, it is Mum, “what are you doing tomorrow?” “Not much, why?” “Dad is making qassatat, want to come over?” “Absolutely!” It is one of the conversations that has always and will end the same. As long as my family is cooking then I will be there eating, indulging and spending those lazy…
Read MoreWhat Defines a Family
Three days spent in San Remo. Three days to just be. An openness to let life stall on hold, while we sat and watched the ocean. Eating, drinking and sharing conversations. A weekend spent just being family. What is family? The complexity of the answer can leave you twisted in riddles. Family is waking up…
Read MoreThe Pomegranate Tree
On the concrete step of the back porch, sits a little girl. Dark brown hair tied up in pony tails. Skin sun-kissed from playing outside all day. She is only three and full of the innocence and beauty that being only three can bring. She laughs and plays, spending all day with her grandmother, her…
Read MoreMaltese Figolli
When I think about my Dad, the first thing I think of is his hands. Strong hands. Scuffed and worn from a lifetime of work in the building industry. Hands that are starting to show signs of turning sixty later this year. Hands that are always willing to help. Dad’s hands are his most distinctive…
Read MoreReservation for Eleven
Melt in your mouth, morsels of steam fried dumplings. Lemon chicken that is crisp and crunchy on the outside, yet smooth and soft on the inside, balanced with the most delicate lemon sauce. Indulgent deep fried spring rolls. Champagne popped. Wine flowing. Every few weeks, a reservation for eleven is made at a restaurant in…
Read MoreImmortality
The idea of immortality had never really crossed my mind. Except, when discussing Brad Pitt’s character in the movie Troy and whether Achilles’ was immortal. That was, until I had my boys. I often find myself watching them as they play, as they run havoc in circles around me, even as they lay cuddled on…
Read MoreKinnie
In the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, lost somewhere between the Hollywood set of Troy and Homer’s erotic tale of Calypso and Ulysses lies a picturesque archipelago of islands. Malta. These islands have been forgotten by time and bask in the never ending golden sun. Amongst the three main islands the population is no more…
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