I love buying glossy food, travel and lifestyle magazines. Usually heading straight to the section where they are neatly stacked, magazine upon magazine in rows after rows, I like to take some time to browse through my favorites, setting aside two or three that will make it home with me.
Coconut lemon meringue pie, Indian carrot halwa, tiramisu or saffron kulfi – desserts were my mother’s specialty. She was a spectacular cook but it was her desserts that really made her popular amongst friends and family. Once a month she got the opportunity to display her skills when friends would get together for their regular games nights. Often potluck evenings, I have many fond memories of those nights.
Where does your inspiration come from?
My inspiration comes from life around me, from watching people going about their lives. The writer in me is a receptacle open to the impressions and influences I am exposed to on a daily basis. Me, the photographer, captures the visuals and scenes, branding them into my memory for reference at a later date.
Summer break has come and gone already. It was not long ago we were eagerly counting down the days to spending two relaxing weeks in Gozo. Excited with anticipation of discovering a new country and just happy to know that the three of us would be together for the entire two weeks. I admit there was anxiety too. Anxiety knowing that the three of us sounds just right in theory but practically we were out of practice being together for such a long period.
Malta 12PM. As we step out of the chilled aircraft onto the stairs we are engulfed by the warmth. Thirty-three degrees, sunny skies and not a cloud in the sight: a great start to our two week vacation. Dressed for central European weather, my jeans begin to feel uncomfortable. .