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RICE PUDDING or WHO GETS THE CROWN
Rice pudding...
Or we might as well call it The Apple Of Discord in my family. You see, everybody – could that be my Grandmother, could that be Mamma or even mum’s sister, Aunty Olga – they all thought they were holding the crown of the rice pudding.
TARATOR*
Sneaky sun rays caress my face on a lazy Sunday morning.This is the first clear memory from my childhood – full of light and smell. The fresh tangy smell of the strained yoghurt that spills around the whole house and I know that my Sunday starts with the promise of a something special. Mama is making Tarator! Not the daily Tarator summer soup that we can make with eyes closed, but the “dry” Tarator. Ah! I can eat it with the big spoon! Straight from serving bowl...