To be fair I don’t remember anymore how my father used to cook this anymore but I guess it’s the memories that count.
It was already well known that Food is for most of the Greeks a sacred-unique moment rather than just a simple need. What it wasn’t so well known though is that the time that we Greeks spent for food is more than any other country in the world.
Greek mothers as always cannot leave their children no matter how old they are (30 going to 31) and for them they will always be 7 and in need for mothers care. I am sure that all of you have seen the movie “My big fat Greek wedding” so I don’t need to explain anything more.
My mother is more or less the same, even if I am 10+ years in UK she still tries to find an opportunity to send me something that I can eat… Lately after a lot of fights she has settled in sending just Jam’s, lots of them.
Even if still I have to admit I don’t eat much of them in the morning (my brother does) they are really nice and tasty. I always remember her fighting with my father whether it’s better to melt the fruits to create marmalades or eat them as they are. Anyhow, I have received any possible jam that I could imagine from any possible fruit that exists. Whatever my mom could find…she WILL make marmalade out of it…pack it…and send it to London.
So why not break down the recipe from my mother’s marmalade. I don’t think its anything that most
So what happens when you put the most difficult and demanding judges -kids- to try Mousaka?