I love recipes that have a memory attached to them. The kind of memories that are made, not only from the taste of the food, but from the experience you had the first time you enjoyed that food.
This recipe was made for me last year by a dear friend of mine, Irene Lopushinsky. As I walked into her house in Fort Saskatchewan, I could smell the aroma of the chicken broth and dill in the air. Immediately my mind brought me back to the little apartment I stayed at in Ukraine and the Russian family I lived with 8 years ago while I was volunteering in Kiev. I couldn't believe how quickly my thoughts brought me back to a morning so long ago, in a small quaint kitchen, eating breakfast.Read More