/ many tea-soaked hours with adored friends who came from far but feel so near. plotting more this summer when we fly to their neck of the woods - otherwise known as england.
// favourite aunt bearing gifts, including this porcelain replica of the paper trays used in traditional confectioneries here. wrapped in slate-grey muslin and thin velvet ribbon. love. and this (among many other things) for a. - from moma, ny. her alphabet skills have improved in a day.
500g raw pistachios
200g granulated sugar
1 tbsp honey
grated zest of half a lemon
3 1/2 oz egg whites
150g icing sugar
preheat oven to 180C
pulse pistachios in a food processor with half of the measured granulated sugar until nuts are finely chopped
combine the ground pistachio-sugar mixture with the honey, vanilla and lemon zest in a large mixing bowl. slowly add egg whites, mixing until dough is well combined and soft. at this point, add the additional 100g of granulated sugar and mix gently. the dough will be soft but not sticky
form dough into small balls and roll them in the icing sugar to coat well. transfer the balls to cookie sheets lined with with parchment paper, leaving 3cm between each cookie
bake for 15-18 minutes, until edges of each cookie are golden
may be stored in sealed container for up to 2 weeks
[ note: if you're tempted, please weigh that egg white - there is just no way round it! ]
as wit & whistle put it: "just what i needed - another internet vice".
better not, then. but while blog-hopping i strayed into coloursknits (if you're good with needles consider moving here) and jumped onto vanessa's bandwagon. her pinboard is perfect. and it instantly killed the need to put up one of my own - so grateful!
. . . and so glad i followed her thread to TM's work - especially the textiles.
* we live in an old suburb of cyprus' capital, nicosia. the 'village', as kaimakli is also known, was once inhabited by the stone masons that built the mansions of the old town. here, many houses are of the same ottoman or neoclassical traditions but not quite as grand, mostly in mud brick and honey-coloured sandstone, with some 20th century haphazard additions in between.
the population is a mixture of locals who have inherited property, immigrants renting cheap, dilapidated accommodation, and 'parachutists' like us who were attracted to the quiet, the narrow streets, the scent of jasmine, and the opportunity to renovate a crumbling pile close to the centre of town.
but the melancholy patina that time had bestowed to the place is about to be lifted. the municipality has embarked on a long-term project of renovation and rejuvenation, and the parachutists are in two minds. the place will look neater, cleaner and more uniform, but the link to the past will be broken.
we're hoping to preserve our memory of it by photographing some street corners and architectural details.