I don’t know why, but Latvian cuisine doesn’t seem to get the same reaction as French or Italian. What could be more romantic than potatoes, oily herrings, sauerkraut, pitch black rye bread more dense than lead…oh, and did I forget the potatoes? Ah my love, come hither and let me ladle bread soup and cabbage twixt your ruby red lips…
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Christmas day means Latvian salad! – Hobart, Tasmania
While piragi bring back some of the strongest memories of childhood for me, of all things it’s a Latvian salad that reminds me most of summertime. Growing up in the […]
Piragi – A Latvian Tradition
Mention the word ‘Piragi’ to any Latvian and I can guarantee their eyes will glaze over, reminiscing… …warm kitchens at Christmas time, awash with the scent of spices… …the constant […]