Food Roots

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Maria

From Romania to Cavan

Sarmale

“The smell of cabbage and smoked ribs takes me straight to my grandmother's kitchen at Christmas.”

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Olena

From Ukraine to Dublin

Borscht

“Babusya never measured anything. I learned by smell and by watching her hands.”

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Ana

From Romania to Galway

Cozonac

“Mirosul de cozonac cald mă duce direct în bucătăria bunicii, de Paște.”

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Kasia

From Poland to Cork

Pierogi ruskie

“My mum's handwritten card is stained with flour and still the best instruction I own.”

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Ion

From Moldova to Limerick

Mămăligă cu brânză

“Mămăliga mă duce la masa de duminică din sat, cu tot cu miros de lemne.”

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Dimitra

From Bulgaria to London

Banitsa

“Banitsa for New Year's Day, with a lucky coin hidden in one slice.”

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Elena

From Romania to Toronto

Plăcintă cu mere

“Apple pie like my aunt made, with cinnamon and a little rum.”

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Vasile

From Romania to Dublin

Ciorbă de burtă

“Ciorba bunicii era leacul pentru orice ghinion, mai ales după o noapte lungă.”

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