Both of our childhoods are strongly imprinted with memories of food. Maria grew up on a farm in the South of Germany, using produce from the field and cooking traditional German dishes with her family. I on the other hand was raised in a small town on the West Coast of Australia by artist parents obsessed with Italian food. While we grew up in different ways and eating very different things, we were both strongly imbued with a love of food - buying it, preparing it, cooking it and sharing it.
When we met as exchange students in Canada, I told Maria I liked to cook and invited her over a risotto. The desire to impress drove me to walk across town to buy organic chicken carcases for the stock, arborio rice and parmegiano reggiano. The communal kitchen barely had a sharp knife and sieve, so one afternoon after class I struggled away at the stove going through pot after pot. Maria's eyes lit up as she tried her first mouthful and we sat talking for hours after we had finished.
We have shared many meals since then and find ourselves most weekends in the kitchen, with a pile of veggies and an equally high stack of cookbooks. This blog is our way of sharing how we like to spend our time. While it can be any day of the week, it is mostly on a Saturday.