Good morning Ilva and Simi! It is that time of the month when three of us get together.
I am sorry, I slept in…
But it is the end of the week and I felt like
rolling in the bed and enjoying the lazy long weekend.
What’s for breakfast? Ah, wish I were still a kid and don’t have to
make it – just to wake up to the smell of something specially prepared and
waiting on the kitchen table! And
usually that would be the smell of melted butter that the crepes have been
cooked in, spreading from room to room and finally comes to tickle my nose and wakes
me up happy. Well, those were the times
when Mama was spoiling my sister and me.
Things are different now and to tell
you the truth, my understanding of glorious and happy breakfast and what I
really do have became two different worlds.
Yes, my kids get the full treatment of Mama’s special breakfast
and as you can imagine, having crepes for breakfast never fails. But with the years I have became busier,
stressed and rushed and most likely I will simply forget to eat till midday when I start shaking.
My morning is too occupied organising
the day ahead for everybody in the house – kids go to school, husband goes to
work and my endless chores. And getting
up at 5am doesn’t really make me looking forward to eat at all. All I am craving for is a hit of nice coffee
aroma from my espresso machine, which is my first pit stop in the early day
routines.
Ah, an espresso with a thick and shiny
crema – you can call this a morning orgasm with an Italian!
Then by 8am I remember that I have to
take my high blood pressure medications.
Hop a handful of those little tablets just as per Dr Fischer’s
orders. Then top it up with another shot
of strong Italian espresso as an antidote of all those blood pressure tablets goodness…
Yes, I have to force myself to have
something early in the morning. I
usually enjoy spoiling my family with elaborate cooking for any time of the
day, but for me I wouldn’t be bothered.
My lifesaver as a true Bulgarian is a good chunk of brined white sheep
milk cheese that all over Australia is called and known as the Bulgarian Feta. It actually is a so beloved ingredient
that we have it as part of any kind of meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
There are countless recipe with this
cheese, but today I will share the quick and ingenious toast, which will fill
in your house with the most delightful smell to wake up to. The smell of melted Bulgarian feta. You might have noticed, but children in
Bulgaria are brought up thinking and regarding any toast prepared under the
grill as “princess” toast. And this one
particularly is known in the Toast Royal Family as the “Feta Princess”.
Now, before I roll back in my bed to sleep and
lie around on my lazy long-weekend morning, let me share my easy-to-make,
stressed-Mama-that-wouldn’t-be-bothered recipe.
SOPHIA’S BULGARIAN SHEEP FETA PRINCESS
Ingredients:
Sliced continental bread (Pane di Casa)
Butter
Dried (out of brine for overnight)
Bulgarian Feta
Method:
Preheat the grill on 150 degrees
Celsius.
Lightly butter up the bread
slices. With a fine side of the grater
grate some feta directly over the bread.
Place under the grill. Grill till
cheese melts and gets ever so slight golden colour. Don’t over burn.
With the smell of melted feta and
butter no one will resist this snack even if it is the Cinderella of the royal
family of “princess” toasts!
My house is still quiet and sleeping
and I think I’ll do the same – I am off to bed again.
Big hugs and kisses,
Sophia
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