Isolation Cookery

Friends and a well-stocked pantry save the day.

On the 4th of January 2022, my husband and I were booked at a local vaccination site for our Covid-19 booster shots. This was five months to the day from our second Astra-Zeneca injection. We’d been feeling a bit hay-feverish and sniffly in the days before New Year’s Eve (no partying or fireworks this year, home in bed before midnight). Then on the 2nd of January, we twigged that perhaps we were symptomatic. 

Luckily, a neighbour had some spare RAT tests because there were none to be found when we phoned every pharmacy (it seemed) in Adelaide.

I smell a RAT

The tests both came up positive so we cancelled the booster appointment and instead, booked a PCR for ASAP. That ended up being two days forward on the 4th of January. We isolated until the test, went out for the test, came back and 32 hours later had a confirmed positive. 

For the first few days, I had a cough and a slight wheeze when I laughed. At least I have a hubby who can still make me laugh. Right?

The symptoms have passed. A little bit of congestion is all that remains now on day nine of our mandatory 10 day isolation period (10 full days from our PCR test date, as per the rule for South Australia).

So what were we to eat?

When we got the immediate positive on our RAT my first comment was, ‘Oh my Gawd, what are we going to eat.’

I knew I couldn’t be too unwell if I still had my appetite.

Like everyone, we have just been through two years of a pandemic that has made us shop like we were about to get snowed in for a week. We still retain a little of the lockdown mindset, even though in Adelaide we have not had much in the way of actual lockdown. And really not much COVID-19 infection, come to think of it. And we definitely never get snow. At least not down here on the Adelaide plains, just kilometres from the Gulf. And it’s summer, anyway.

Our neighbour Tracey has a plot in the local community garden where we also grow a few things. She kept right on top of watering and bringing our daily harvest of cherry tomatoes, fresh mint and basil.

When we’d forgotten some essentials in our grocery order, (Covid brain fog, I’m sure) our friend Kirsty kindly filled in the gaps and did a grocery, bakery and pharmacy run. Her 14-year-old son even texted me one day to see if we needed anything as they were about to go to the shops. How nice is that?

Another friend, Lia, brought handmade farfalle pasta and a piece of Ricotta Salata (salted ricotta which can be eaten fresh or aged), both of which her husband, Saverio, made.

So, clearly, we are being looked after by our peeps.

Here are a few things we have managed to cobble together during our isolation:

  1. Homemade farfalle pasta with ragu,  topped with grated Ricotta Salata.
  2. Cinghiale (wild boar) and venison sausage with lentils and tomato sugo. 
  3. Spaghetti with homemade Pesto Genovese (it’s summer in Australia; our garden has basil) tossed with pieces of chicken breast that we grilled on the Weber. 
  4. Chicken breast with lemon and oregano on the Weber and an oven tray of broccoli, diced sweet potatoes and potatoes. 
  5. Buckwheat salad with blanched peas and capsicum (red, green, yellow peppers) that had been pan-cooked, low and slow, in olive oil and shallot. Tossed with fresh chopped mint, grated raw carrot, yesterday’s leftover sweet potatoes and chopped dry-roasted almonds plus some crisped bits of shallot on top. 
  6. Pasta with pesto, broccoli, and more peas.
  7. Open sandwiches of Latvian rye, salted ricotta and homegrown tomatoes.
  8. Feta, beetroot, rocket, shallot and balsamic-glazed walnut salad with a pork and fennel sausage.
  9. Couscous topped with a beef, chickpea, carrot and celery stew.
  10. Hummus and crudities with crackers.

Our portions were smaller because we are moving less and we haven’t needed the calories. So a little has gone a long way. We thought we would need a second grocery order but we have tomorrow all planned (did I mention we also have meatballs in the freezer?) and that’s day 10. We’ve managed with little suffering! OK so we are out of biscuits to have with my afternoon cup of tea, but that’s probably a good thing.

Staples that saved us

We generally have most of these items (and much more) in our pantry, fridge or freezer at any given time:

  • Homemade sugo or ragu in freezer
  • Tins of whole tomatoes
  • Dry roasted almonds (local only) for snacking or to cook with
  • Walnuts
  • Pine nuts
  • Tahini
  • Tins of chickpeas or other legumes/beans
  • Buckwheat
  • Few types of dry lentils
  • Crackers
  • Broccoli
  • Carrots
  • Celery
  • Shallots
  • Garlic
  • Pickles
  • Vinegars
  • All manner of condiments, herbs and spices
  • Flour and yeast
  • Olive oil (local only)
  • Locally made pork and fennel sausages
  • Latvian rye bread (‘rupjmaize’ from local Latvian community)
  • Potatoes
  • Dry pasta (various shapes)
  • Pesto (freshly made in season and some frozen for later)
  • Different cheeses for snacking or to cook and garnish with
  • Various cuts of meat or chicken in the freezer (meatballs too!)

The planning and preparation of good food is a highlight of our day, even under normal circumstances, and we would have been miserable if we’d not been able to do enjoy this during our isolation. We’re fortunate we have felt well enough to actually prepare meals.

I have a husband who takes charge in the kitchen and makes beautiful and delicious meals from what we can round up — even during a pandemic.

We are incredibly grateful for the kindness of good friends and neighbours during this period, without whom some of these meals would have been lacking.

Pesto, Peas and Broccoli

I’d love to hear how others have coped with cooking during a long lockdown or isolation. Who or what saved you? Drop me a comment and let me know.

Ciao for now, MLT

Back in Italy: postcard from Salerno

We arrived in Rome on Sunday and immediately headed south by train to Salerno, a working port city at the bottom of the Amalfi Coast. We had visited over night, in 2010 on our way south to Sicily, to break the trip down the length of the peninsula. This visit gave us another chance to explore the old centre, the centro storico.

Here are a few of my favourite snaps.

Centro storico laneways

The poetry of locally-born Alfonso Gatto adorns the walls of Salerno.

Sweet ride

The decoration at the top of the tower of San Matteo looks decidedly Byzantine.

I’ve got a thing for old signs and fonts.

Detail of mosaic work above the altar of San Matteo.

Beccheria is another word for macelleria, butcher shop. Learning new words every day.

No post is complete without food. This was a little complimentary appetiser with our beer. Pizza fritta.

Postcard from Latvia — week two

Latvia is a beautiful country of only two million people. My husband Andrew (known as Roo) and I were lucky to spend two weeks exploring a bit of this tiny Baltic country and meet his family for the first time.

Young cousin Mārcis and his fiancée Sintija had already given us an introduction to the capitol, Rīga, during week one. We visited nearby towns of Sigulda, Jurmala and Bauskas for a few hours each and we were keen to spend more time in Latvia’s vast, empty countryside and small towns.

I have documented some family history and our first week in a previous post, which you’ll find here.

During week two we based ourselves in Jaunjelgava, Roo’s father’s village which is 80 kilometres from Riga. Mārcis and Sintija both grew up in Pļaviņas, a small town about 50km further along the Daugava river from Jaunjelgava.

Plavinis Jaunjelgava google
Screenshot from Google Maps with towns we visited circled

When not meeting and dining with Mārcis and Sintija’s families in Jaunjelgava and Pļaviņas we ventured to other towns for day trips. We also spent a day and night celebrating Midsummer, or ‘Līgo’ as it is known in Latvia, with Mārcis’ grandmother Vida and her sister Vanda and family.

Rather than narrate too much, I’ll let the pictures and their captions do the talking.  The photos in the following sections are a mixture of mine and Roo’s plus a few of Mārcis and Sintija’s.

Rundāle Palace

Rundāle Palace is an ostentatious 18th-century country estate built for Baron Ernst Johann Biron, lover of Anna Ioanovna, the Russian-born Duchess of Courland. The area known as Courland is both a cultural and historic region roughly comprising the modern-day Latvian region of Kurzeme. As summer houses go, it was pretty special, inside and out.

Rundāles Pils
Approaching Runsāle Palace, designed in 1736 by Italian Francesco Bartolomeo Rastrelli, who was a senior court architect of the Russian Empire.

Mārcis and Sintija inside the palace

Opulent walls and a fine parquet floor

Ceiling detail


Wearing our protective shoe covers and having a break from all that walking.

Vase collection in green room

A beautiful ceramic heater, luxurious chandelier and lovely pale blue walls

Palace sleeping chamber with large ceramic heaters


Bauska Castle

Bauska Castle is a complex of two castles at the confluence of the Mūsa and Mēmele rivers on the edge of the town of Bauska. It was built during the 14th through 16th centuries. Parts of the site are a ruin but you can climb a watchtower and gain excellent views of the surrounding countryside.

This Castle, compared with Rundāle Palace, feels more like a country hunting lodge. The decoration is austere and the walls are solid; they’re built to withstand enemy attack.

A restored section of the newer castle with ‘trompe l’oeil’ paintwork to look like stone blocks

An unrestored section of the old castle

Clothing and shoes on display in the castle museum

Clothing and shoes on display in the castle museum

Clothing and shoes on display in the castle museum

Decorated trunk

Animal horns form part of the candelabra

Old ceramic plates

Old kitchen utensils

In the cellar

Bauska Door
Door — Photo credit: Sintija Silagaile

Fireplace for cooking — Photo credit: Sintija Silagaile

Wonderful thick walls — Photo credit: Sintija Silagaile


In the town of Jelgava there is another palace designed by the same architect as Rundāle. Jelgava Palace now houses the Latvian Agricultural University.

We didn’t visit the palace, however, in the adjoining park a costumed crowd was gathered preparing for an evening concert. We heard some warm-up performances and watched the men, women and children enjoying the Midsummer holiday.

The Driksa river runs through the middle of peaceful Jelgava.

Preparing for singing and dancing into the night

A beautiful flower wreath for decorating a stage

A skill learned by all the women; making flower wreaths and crowns.

The girls start making wreaths young and also participate in the singing.

Ušķes — The family farm

Ušķes is the name of the farm where Roo’s dad Roberts grew up, and it was also Roo’s grandmother Minna’s maiden name.

One cousin still lives on the farm. The land is not cultivated these days and there are no animals. Native forest is reclaiming much of the property.

We explored the buildings and farm equipment, some of it quite old;  we admired the surrounding forest; we drank clean crisp water from the well where Roo’s dad would have drunk.

Being in the presence of objects that had belonged to Roo’s aunt and grandparents was an emotional experience for all of us. The fact that his father had never been able to return was on all of our minds. But we weren’t really sad, just grateful that we were fortunate to meet all the living family.

This building was formerly the house where Roberts grew up. It became the barn when a newer house was built.

Andrejs Beķers
Andrejs Beķers, father of Roberts and grandfather of Andrew (Roo) Bekeris, resting alongside his sickle after cutting hay.

Andrew (Roo) Bekeris, with his grandfathers sickle

The newer farmhouse, build in the 1940s

Another barn on the farm at Jaunjelgava

Three generations of cousins: Roo, Mārcis and Arturs

Roo’s Aunt Vilma’s room in the farmhouse – like a time capsule.

In Aunt Vilma’s old room

Inside the farmhouse – vintage wallpaper and a winter scene of carved and inlaid wood

A traditional design on a carved wooden box

Roo inside the farmhouse

Remembering Roberts Beķers at Ušķes

As I mentioned in the previous post, Roberts never returned to Latvia after the war finished, and Roo is the first person in his family to visit since his dad left in 1944. I knew it would be an emotional visit for us all, but I didn’t expect the family to be so sensitive to Roo’s feelings. But they were. His dad died in 1984 and none of the people still living in Latvia had met Roberts. Still, the family had a strong sense of our visit as being a momentous occasion. And it was.

During our discussions with Mārcis during the months before we got to Latvia, some sort of action or ceremony or memorial for Roberts was discussed. We decided that planting an oak tree for Roberts would be a symbolic gesture. There is a very old oak tree already on the property which was planted in 1926 when aunt Vilma was born.

Sintija’s mother in Pļaviņas knew of a good plant nursery where we could find a decently-sized sapling. We arrived at the farm with the tree and some fresh potting soil. Everyone had a dig and pitched in to place the tree in the ground and water it in. We stopped to admire and each of us was lost in our own thoughts of the significance of the moment.

Planting an oak tree at Ušķes in memory of Roberts – Roo with cousin Andris

Planting an oak tree at Ušķes in memory of Roberts – Roo filling the hole

Feeling a little emotional remembering Roberts fate, never being able to return to Ušķes.

Roo and I with Roberts’ tree at Ušķes.

For you, Roberts. May it grow strong.

Family gatherings

A universal truth we have discovered: whether families are meeting for the first time or the 100th time, there is food.

A beautiful and delicious cake made by Sintija’s mum Sandra. An artist in the kitchen.

At Mārcis’ grandma’s house –  Vida fed us non-stop. Pickled and smoked foods feature large in the cuisine as well as whatever fresh vegetables and salady things are in season.

Vida’s irresistible Sorrell soup. Perfect with a dollop of sour cream

A yummy coffee mousse with a berry sauce

More cousins gathered to welcome us! Sintija and Mārcis introduced us to Rita and her family.

Laura and Artis – brother and sister, children of Roo’s cousin Rita.

And there were pīradzīn! Yeasty bacon and onion rolls. No Latvian gathering is complete without them it seems. And that’s a good thing.

At the cemetery

We visited the peaceful Jaunjelgava Cemetery where Roo’s family members are interred.

Roo’s grandparent Minna and Andrejs’ graves. He never met his grandparents.

Rooš Aunt Vilma and her husband

Roo’s late cousin Elmārs was young Mārcis’ grandfather

Spring flowers in the tranquil graveyard

Līgo celebrations

Latvia’s midsummer festival is known as Līgo and is celebrated on 23 June. The feast of St John the Baptist (John being ‘Jānis’ in Latvian) is the following day. These two days, the 23-24 June, make up one of the biggest Latvian celebrations — two days and a night of food, singing and dancing. Traditionally, men called Jānis, (a common name that is like the English John) wear an Oak crown.  Part of the fun of the day is going into the fields to collect flowers, which are abundant in Latvia’s gentle sunshine.

Midsummer cheese (Jāņu siers) is one of the special seasonal foods served and since we liked it so much, we ate it most days. The celebration table never ran out of food.

Tradition dictates that if you wish to have good health and cheerful spirit for the following year, you should stay up all night. Even though this is the shortest night of the year, it’s a job to stay awake so the night is spent singing, eating, drinking and having a bonfire. Jumping over it is said to prevent evil spirits and illness — but only young men trying to impress someone usually have a go.

We celebrated with the families of Vida and Vanda, Mārcis’grandmother and her sister, in the countryside south of Jaunjelgava, near the Lithuanian border.

Midsummer traditions – men called Jānis wear an oak crown for their name day.

Two beautiful and generous women.  Sisters, Vanda in traditional dress and Mārcis’ grandmother Vida on the right. We miss you!

Mārcis’ dad Andris in his happy place, cooking shaslicks over hot coal during Līgo (Midsummer celebrations)

Some of the food offerings at Līgo. the table always seemed to be full, as if by magic.

Midsummer cheese (Jāņu siers) studded with caraway seeds, is on every table in Līgo season.

A pickled herring salad with chopped egg, beetroot and the ubiquitous dill

Roo’s happy place – Beer and pīradzīn

Spring poppies

Picking wildflowers

A native iris

My first attempt at making a flower crown with wildflowers, something Latvian women are really good at!

The traditional Līgo bonfire

Aiva in her beautiful flower crown creation, with Mārcis admiring the bonfire (and warming up?).

Ah, Latvia

This post covers the main places we visited but is by no means comprehensive. We made other stops along the road between places, ate in local taverns and cafes and met more people than we have told you about here.

And, this will not have been our last trip to Latvia; there is so much to explore. The warm welcome will always be with us. Having had that first wonderful experience has just whet our appetite for more.

I leave you with a few more photos. Just get out there and visit.

Into the pine forest. This is Latvia.

Down by the Daugava River at Jaunjelgava

The house where Roo’s grandfather, Andris Beķers, was born and grew up before marrying and moving to Ušķes.

These three made great travel buddies. Photo credit: Selfie by Mārcis Beķers.

These two. Mārcis and Sintija. Without their help,
we couldn’t have made such meaningful contact with the family and known about all the foods and traditions of this Baltic gem. We are forever grateful.

Sunrise, sunset, Orvieto style

Fellow Italophile Debra has posted some wonderful photos of Orvieto. I loved the place when I was there in June and thought this worth re-blogging. Ciao for now.

Bagni di Lucca and Beyond

I can’t decide which I like best…sunrise or sunset. Both look wonderful in Orvieto.

An early morning walk around the edge of town revealed the fields below covered by fog.







The other side of the town, at the end of the day was just as lovely.





View original post

You can now follow my blog on Bloglovin

<a href=””>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>

Hi there readers,

I have to add a link in my blog to be able to have readers link to my blog via Bloglovin. It seems a bit clumsy, but I can’t work out how to do it otherwise…

I use Bloglovin to consolidate blogs I follow. It allows me to categorise by topics. So, like all my Italy follows are available at a click.

Ciao for now,


A recent quick trip to Sydney

A quick trip to Sydney is always a treat, but never long enough to catch up with everyone. When I went at the end of September I was fortunate enough to slip in a bit of Art!

With iPhone in hand I roamed the streets of Sydney and hit the Art Gallery of New South Wales (AGNSW)  and the Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA). At the AGNSW was an exhibition of photographs by Eugène Atget, known for his photo documentation of Paris street life and architecture in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Inspired by the work I attempted a few of my own in the style of Atget. Sydney is photogenic without really trying!




The cafe at the MCA has a lovely view of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge and a nice light filled rooftop cafe. Even though it was early spring the weather was perfect for my second breakfast!

As the MCA is housed in the old Maritime Services Board building at Circular Quay, there are vestiges of the Building’s heritage in some architectural features like this beautiful door with a nautically themed window.

This lovely lady kept watch over breakfast and a little light lunch at the local Spanish Bodega near where I was staying with a friend in Bathurst Street.

Thankfully the weather held out all weekend and I got to spend some time walking at Coogee with the Tucker cousins.

Seriously, is it possible to tire of this view?