26 January 2015

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.
Sliced continental bread (Pane di Casa)
Dried (out of brine for overnight) Bulgarian Feta
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,
© 2015 - sophia terra~ziva.  all rights reserved


  1. Beautiful post as always Sophia! I love the grating photo! I couldn't agree more on the coffee issue x

    1. Aha! There you are, Jane!
      I've been trying to find you and connect with you on FB! And every time I see another post of your baked bread I tell myself I have to get Liz to help me find you :)
      Thank you so much for visiting! It is big joy to read your comments.

  2. Finally, I came by to leave you a comment. I wish I could stay hungry till mid day…I need my bfast by 8.30 am and if I have a cold cereal I end up having an early lunch. I love to sit down and eat all my meals and if it is something warm and homemade, I usually overindulge. I can imagine myself having multiples of the toasts with cheese. Sometime the simplest of things bring us the most joy.

    1. Oh, Simi, forgetting to eat breakfast is nothing - if you come over and stay with me home, we will be talking so much that I'll forget and miss the lunch too... I love indulging in food, but if I find somebody pleasant to talk to, I am on the verge of addiction!!! :)


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