No frills or flowers or fluff needed. A simple slice of cake always wins with me. And look at that slice freckled with miniature chocolate chips equals perfection.

2008 That was the year that this space started. It was the year I found out I have celiac. It was the year I started high school. It was the year I turned 15. So much has changed since then. So much good has come, as well as some not-as-good. My heart leapt that day. Full, big, and joyous. I was given the chance to live.

Food, travel, photography, friends, life. island of relaxation? We were starving so grabbed lunch at the little café next to the port and as we were about to set off, the owner, a nice little Greek lady asked where we were staying. She said she knew the family and would call them as they normally will pick up their guests. Hallelujah reigned as we did not want to get ripped off again from the monopoly that is island taxis. Back to the hotel to get ready for a nice dinner for two.

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Things you should know about me. thankful for warmth, light and baking early. But last night at dinner time our power was restored and we all did a little dance of joy. I wish you all a very Me.

Russian, Eastern European and international cuisine brought to you by a mother and a daughter. Been here with us, and I can hardly remember life without her. And compared to little Milena, Ivanka seems so grown up and clever that I probably expect too much from her. But she really does a lot! For the Russian word.