The Story & Intro Whenever the weather turns cooler, my thoughts always drift back to cozy afternoons in my grandmother’s kitchen in Crete. While broccoli cheddar soup isn’t traditionally Greek, …
The Story & Intro On colder days in Crete, my grandmother believed soup could fix almost anything. A long day, tired bones, or even a quiet heart she’d put a …
The Story & Intro Winter in Crete doesn’t look like heavy snow or frozen streets, but it carries a quiet chill that settles into the stone walls of old houses. …
The Story & Intro On cooler evenings in Crete, my grandmother believed soup could fix almost anything. I still remember her stirring big pots slowly, letting flavors come together while …
The Story & Intro Whenever the weather turns cool, my thoughts drift back to quiet afternoons in my grandmother’s kitchen in Crete. The windows would fog up from simmering pots, …
The Story & Intro The first time I made Strawberry Matcha Holiday Cake, my kitchen looked like a happy mess green matcha powder on the counter, strawberries everywhere, and a …
The Story & Intro Every Christmas, my kitchen in Crete feels warmer, louder, and a little messier and I love it that way. I still remember standing next to my …
The Story & Intro Every Christmas in Crete, my grandmother believed desserts should look as joyful as they taste. I remember standing beside her small wooden table, watching red fruit …
The Story & Intro Every Christmas in Crete, my grandmother believed desserts should feel light, joyful, and shared without guilt. While heavy syrup-soaked sweets filled many tables, she always made …
The Story & Intro Every Christmas in Crete, my grandmother’s kitchen felt warmer than the rest of the house. The oven stayed on all day, music played softly, and the …