2014 in review – THANK YOU!!

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The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 25,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 9 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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2013 in review

 

Multumesc tuturor pt atentia si timpul vostru! La multi ani si un 2014 extraordinar! Va imbratisez cu drag, Oana

Thank you all!! May you have a great 2014! Best regards, Oana

 

The WordPress.com 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 22,000 times in 2013 (now it’s 25,000). If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 8 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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Aventurile doamnei Tomata / Mrs. Tomato adventures

Demarez azi un proiect mic dar sper eu cu mare efect.

Intentionez sa aduc un gand nou in mintile celor care vor citi aceste articole. Sa le reamintesc sau poate sa ii fac sa se intrebe pt prima oara in viata lor daca ceea ce mananca zi de zi este intr-adevar natural sau sanatos.

Bunica punea in gradina ei mica tot felul de legume. Cand avea nevoie de un ou lua direct din cuibar si ca sa dreaga ciorba lua leustean direct din gradina, il spala cu apa de la fantana si il arunca taiat in oala. Strugurii se coceau incet si ii mancam doar toamna.

La fel era si cu rosiile, ceapa, castravetii si salata verde. Nu apareau pe raftul din magazin in culori imbietoare si gust de plastic. Ele cresteau incet si natural si era bataie pe primele rosii coapte din gradina iar prima salata o faceam in iulie, in plina vara cand rusinoasele patlagele prindeau culoarea mult dorita.

Aveau gust usor acrisor si mergeau de minune cu o bucata de branza langa ele si un colt de mamaliga.

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Acest mic proiect se cheama “aventurile doamnei Tomata” si isi propune sa indemne cat mai multa lume, care poate si care vrea, sa cultive o rosie in viata lor, si din acea rosie sa gateasca ceva. O salata simpla sau poate un fel de mancare mai pretentios, nu conteaza. Ideea este sa ne aducem aminte sau sa invatam ca legumele ajung la maturitate in timp, la fel unui om. Au nevoie de timp si apa si atentie. Munca in pamanat este grea si cere sacrificii. Pamantul care ramane sub unghii nu este un semn de proasta educatie si doar semnul unei zile pline, in gradina, in natura.

Indemnul e valabil pt orice fel de leguma.

Si un filmulet in amintirea drumurilor la bunica.

English version:

I start today a small project but I hope with a great effect.

I intend to bring a new thought in the minds of those who read these articles. For some it will remind them of things they used to do and for others, it will make them wonder for the first time in their lives what they eat every day and if it is really natural and healthy.

Grandma grew in her little garden all kinds of vegetables. When she needed an egg she went and took it directly from the chicken’s a nest and she took the lovage  straight from the garden, wash it with water from the fountain and throw it in the pot after cut it. The grapes were ripening slowly and we could eat them just during the fall.
So it was with tomatoes, onions, cucumbers and lettuce. They were not on store shelves in inviting colors but tasting like plastic. They grow slowly and naturally and the first ripe tomato salad from the garden we could only eat in July, in the middle of summer when the shiny tomatoes caught the much desired red color.
They tasted slightly sour and worked fine with a piece of cheese next to them and a piece of polenta.

This little project is called “Mrs. Tomato adventures” and aims to urge as many people as possible, who can and who want, to grow a tomato in their lives and to cook something with it. A simple salad or a more demanding dish, it doesn’t matter. The idea is to remember or to learn that vegetables ripen in time, as a man grows old. They need time and water and attention. Working the land is hard work and requires sacrifice. The dirt that remains under the fingernails is not a sign of poor education it’s only the sign of a busy day in the garden, in nature.

You can do so with any other veggie.

And small video in the memory of all trips to granny’s house.

Salata de vinete cu maioneza / Eggplant salad with mayonnaise

Printre multele lucruri pe care le-am invatat de la mama mea se numara si modul de a aranja o masa cand vin musafiri. Ea a invatat la randul ei multe trucuri de la nasa ei, aceeasi care m-a botezat si pe mine. In afara de placerea de a primi pe cineva in vizita de nasa mea de botez am invatat si cateva retete si secrete culinare. Una din retete este salata de vinete cu maioneza si usturoi. Nu e o reteta complicata si sigur multi au aflat de ea inaintea mea insa e o salata usoara care poate fi consumata in orice sezon. Este usor de pregatit si indragita de toata lumea care a gustat-o pana acum.

Avem nevoie de:

  • 300 gr vinete gata coapte si tocate
  • 5 catei de usturoi
  • 3 linguri de maioneza
  • Sare si putin piper

Procesul este foarte simplu.

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Amestecam ingredientele de mai sus si lasam salata la rece 1 ora pt ca se consuma bine fiind rece.

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Ca prezentare am ales o poza sugestiva de la o reuniune de familie alaturi de masline, branza, ceapa rosie si cateva feliute de sunca pregatita de tatal meu.

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Pofta mare!

English version:

Among the many things I learned from my mother I add now how to arrange a table when guests come by. She in turn learned many tricks from her godmother, the same person who baptized me. Besides the pleasure to welcome someone came to visit, my godmother also thought us few recipes and culinary secrets. One of the recipes is eggplant salad with mayonnaise and garlic. It’s not a complicated recipe and I am sure many have heard of it before me but it’s a light salad that can be eaten in any season. It is easy to prepare and loved by everyone who tasted it so far.
We need:

  • 300 g ready baked eggplant and minced
  • 5 cloves of garlic
  • 3 tablespoons mayonnaise
  • Salt and a little pepper

The process is very simple. Mix above ingredients and let salad cool for 1 hour as well as is consumed cold.
As I chose a picture suggestive presentation at a family reunion with olives, cheese, red onion and a few slices of Romanian traditional ham prepared by my father.

Enjoy!

Pomenirea mortilor sau mosii de iarna / Celebrating those that passed away – winter edition

O vorba romaneasca spune ca “cine nu are batrani, sa si-i cumpere”. Odata cu timpul omul capata intelepciune, si emana cu smerenie sentimente puternice care impun respect. Cel putin asa era bunica mea, care m-a crescut. Mi-a insamantat un suflet si memorie bunatate si caldura, compasiune pt cei din jur si respect pt cei plecati dintre noi. Datorita ei am invatat si eu ca legatura cu pamantul este foarte puternica si am inteles mai tarziu de ce “despre morti se vorbeste numai de bine”. Bunica mea tinea obiceiurile si pomenile. Parastasele sunt menite sa ajute sufletele celor plecati dintre noi pe lumea cealalta dar si sufletele noastre ale celor care ne gandim la ei. Nu era o femeie bisericoasa dar avea frica de Dumnezeu si a stiut sa traiasca dupa legile crestinismul in felul ei propriu, simplu si personal.

Bunica mea draga a fost o femeie despre care nu s-au auzit povesti rasunatoare si a carei disparitie a fost sincer regretata de toti cei care au cunoscut-o. Asa se face ca acum, de cate ori facem pomeni, ne gandim la ea si ne rugam pt sufletul ei, pt ca stim ca ea ne vegheaza de sus.

Anul acesta pomenirea de iarna a mortilor, sau mosii de iarna a fost prilej de amintire a celor dragi. Am gatit mancare, si eu si mama mea, si bunica din partea mamei, si am incropit vase de impartit. Este important ca mancarea sa fie gatita in casa de mainile celor care mai apoi o vor da mai departe.

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Eu m-am ocupat de dulciuri si am pregatit o prajitura colorata de primavera, cornulete cu osanza dupa reteta bunicii pierdute, sit arte cu fructe, pt ca atat ei cat si celorlalti morti pomeniti, le placeau dulciurile.

Se pregatesc mereu un numar impar de vase pe care se pune mancarea gatita, se pune alaturi si o cana de vin si apoi se aprind lumanari si se tamaie spunanad o rugaciune.

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Aceste obiceiuri nu trebuie uitate. Este de datoria noastra a tuturor sa le pastram, asa cum ne pastram identitatea si unicitatea.

Dumnezeu sa ii ierte pe cei plecati.

English version:

A Romanian saying tells us that ” those who don’t have an elder, should buy one”. With time the man grows into wisdom, and with humility he emanates powerful feelings that impose respect. At least that was how my grandmother, whom I grew up, was. She seeded in my soul and memory kindness and warmth, compassion for others and respect for the departed. She thought me that the link between soul and land is very strong and I understood later on  why “of the dead you tell only the good things.” My grandmother kept all customs with honor. The days when we celebrate the departed are designed to help their souls in the after world but also our souls of those who think of them. My granny was a woman who feared God, she didn’t went often to the church but she knew how to live by the laws of Christianity in her own way, simple and personal.
My dear grandmother was a woman of whom one did not hear stories and whose disappearance was honestly regretted by all who knew her. So it is that now, whenever we mention those that passed away, we think of her and pray for her soul, for we know that she is watching us from above.
This year memorial of the , the winter edition or winter estates was an occasion for remembrance of dead loved ones. We cooked food, me and my mother and my maternal grandmother, and we gave it  away to poor people as we say by them the souls of the dead feed by this. It is important that food is cooked at home at the same  hands of those who cooked it to give it away later on.
I was very busy last week and I prepared a colorful spring cake, Romanian croissants with lard, a recipe I have from my late granny and fruity tarts as those we remembered used to love sweets.
We always prepare an odd number of dishes and lay on it the cooked food, then add a cup of wine and then light candles saying a prayer.
These practices should not be forgotten. It is the duty of us all to keep them as keep our identity and uniqueness.
God forgive those that passed away…