At the end I decided to cook a dish that represents my family best. I chose to prepare ocvirkovca (a type of bread wrapped in coils like a turban and flecked with porky scratchings baked into it) that is a traditional dish from Idrija, a place my mother and my grand-mother come from. My grandmother used to make it with a special cabbage soup, when I was little. Originally wives would serve this kind of food to their beloved husbands comming home from a hard day in the silver mine.
As an accompanying dipping sauce I cooked ajvar, a very popular pepper sauce from the Balkans. It reminds me of my grandfather, step-father, Yugoslavia and happy summer picnics.
All the food students cooked was delicious.
So many tasty stories you can learn from only one lunch.
