When you walk into my kitchen, you are warmly invited in by The Big Kitchen Table. My table that seats eight, is a family heirloom that my Great Aunt – Teta Desanka, gifted me for my wedding. The table was an antique when she purchased it about 50 years ago. It is where life happened in her house. The family ate their meals sitting at the table, food was prepped there, homework was done on the table, cocktail glasses wet with condensation made marks on it, and cigarettes were accidentally set on the table until an ash tray was found. It is where newspapers were read with coffee every morning, and wonderful dinners were served “family style”. Many family political battles happened at the table, and stories from the “old country” were told. The marks of life can still be seen on the table, and I would never resurface or change it. Smiles, tears, good news, bad news, fun, good food, holidays, hot summers, rainy days, cold winters, family members and lots of love, hugs and kisses, is what I see when I look at the table everyday. I couldn’t be luckier to have that table in my kitchen, and from that table I feel the warmth of my family.
Today, The Big Kitchen Table is the center of my home, and the history of family and friends continues.
Like my Teta and Babas (Aunts and Grandmothers), I love to cook and make old and new recipes for my family. I started my blog as a personal recipe box. I soon found that my site was an easy way to share my recipes with my family and friends.
At The Big Kitchen Table you will be introduced to recipes from around the world, and it is my hope you enjoy making them as much as I do.
Thank you to my husband for helping to make my dream kitchen come true, and big thanks to my three boys who eat, critique and make meals fun.
Ziveli!
Christy
