One thing I've always liked is the long dirt road that needs to be done to get closer to the water. It's like a no-man's land left to itself. Also here you see marshes, wild trees, fallen branches, tangled creepers. The vegetation is everywhere very thick and sometimes the sun's rays can penetrate creating magnificent light effects.
It seems strange, I know, but I realize only now that I've reached the forty-third post, and I've never really talked about the Drava River. Yes, I told you about the dead branches of the river, the marshes, the fish farms, the dishes made with freshwater fish, and about of going to fishing. But never of the true river.
The river that has marked almost all the summers of my life.
Every year in June I take a trip to the Baranja region, to find my favorite cellars, to buy some wine and to eat some freshwater fish, a speciality of this area. This year I also found vineyards.
Turkish coffee has always been drunk in Croatia.
Now every cafeteria has a coffee machine to make excellent espressos and cappuccinos, but once you drank Turkish coffee everywhere. Even now, in homes, everyone makes coffee this way. The old brass and copper jugs are no longer used, more contemporary enamel iron pots are used, but coffee is still drunk in the same way.
We are in winter, and already everything speaks of spring. So I want to hurry up and give you a recipe that is good for cold days.
Autumn-Winter around the River Drava is silence, golden san and... bread and lard.
Christmas of the Croatian tradition was made of small simple things: many sweets, especially with chocolate and nuts, sugar candies and above all Honey Cookies.
Traveling to the south side of Mount Papuk, in search of the best Grasevina.
A typical sweet of Northern Croatia. Absolutely my favorite, with a stuffing of nuts or a filling of poppy seeds.