I was born and raised in Montreal. If you have ever been there it can easily be called the gourmet capital of Canada. Of course I'm biased but who cares its my blog..and I love Montreal..hahahah!!
Growing up I remember every Friday my mom would take us shopping on the boulevard. We always stopped at Slovenia or Hoffner Deli for their famous sausage sandwiches. Of course we ate standing up at the counter with the sausages and spiced meats hanging over our heads. It was very cold outside and the
steam and the smell of the sausages warmed us up. I can still remember the aromas.
Chinatown, the bagel shops baking fresh bagels in wood ovens all day and night, the smoked meat. Montreal was great!
My father was a chef. They called him "Pierre" of course his name was Petros, an immigrant from a small village in Lakonia Greece. He worked his way up from working as a dishwasher to top chef at several restaurants, and finally opened his own restaurant.
My mom's name was"Beba" short for Haralambia. She was a working mother in the garment factories
of the city. She had me prepare dinner every night from 8 years old.
Food has been a big part of my life. Who am I Greek..Canadian..I think a little of both.
My goal real food, spiced from the heart and soul. My journey with food has been a long one that carries with it many memories and emotions and a never ending love for people and cooking.
Come join my journey, in my quest to convince people to cook, sit at the table with family and friends..and bring back what we have lost in the fast way of life we all lead..Stop and smell the roses..or cinnamon!!!
