As I am writing this post, today 17th February, 2008 my relatives in Cyprus are in church, commemorating my mother’s death, 12 years ago. She died on 23rd February, 1996 and the mnymosyno (memorial) always take place on the Sunday which precedes the date of death.
This day is always very hard for me because I cannot be there with my other family and share our memories together, so when I saw Apples and Thymes hosting an event about mothers and grandmothers, I thought what a nice opportunity to make my own memorial and share it with my blog co-writers and friends.
My mother gave birth to seven children, one of which died shortly after birth and I am the youngest child, having seventeen years difference from my eldest sister. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 43 and I always remember her as an old lady, as she never dyed her hair and always wore black or dark coloured clothes, as it is a tradition to wear black after the death of beloved ones. Her parents had died and her only brother died when he was around twenty years old. This is a tradition which is found in many other Mediterranean countries as well.
Apart from remembering my mother always in black, I mostly remember her suffering from her rheumatisms. She had a tough life raising six children and for four years she raised us alone as our father had imigrated to England to work. When we joined our father in England four years later, that’s when she got the rheumatisms as the climate was not good for her health, so after the doctor’s advice that she would keep getting worse, we packed ONLY our clothes and returned back to Cyprus, to start a new life from scratch. Unfortunately my other brothers and sister, stayed back in London to work.
When my father was in England my eldest two sisters, who never left Cyprus, were already engaged to get married and were the only ones who did not go to England. My mother created a home business by turning one of the rooms in the house we lived into a small grocery shop and together with the money our father would send, she managed to build two houses, one for each sister contributing herself in labour force. She became one of the labourers, making cement and whatever other help was needed and in between she would cook and feed both the family and the workers, as well. My sisters managed to graduate high school so they were both working, one in the British Sovereign Base area and the other in the factory of Coca Cola and they also contributed to the expenses.
When my mother cooked she would cook only Cypriot traditional dishes, which of course after so many years of cooking experience she knew by heart, so I never saw her use a cookbook nor did she write down her recipes anywhere. Only later on when my sisters got married and started creating new recipes from their cookbooks, when she liked them, then she would ask my sisters how to make them and she did.
She never had a mixer in her life but I remember those days after we returned from England, when I was the only child staying with my parents, I would help her to whisk the butter and sugar by hand. Can you imaging that and yet the cake turned out fluffy and light as a feather!!! I used to say “Mum, is this okay, my hand hurts”, she would smile and say “Just a little bit more, honey, just a little bit more”. Again when she would roll out dough, she would always call me to help her and she would explain to me how to roll it out. Although she was in constant pain, I do not remember her ever complaining or ever not cooking with love and affection for all of us.
I don’t think that there is a person on earth that will not remember their mother with love. Whenever I remember her it’s not easy to hold my tears and I remember her a lot, especially with all the traditional food I cook and which I have learnt from her. There are still a lot of her recipes I have never cooked before but my goal is to collect all her recipes, with the help of my sisters and leave them as a legacy to my own children.
I will share many of her recipes in the future but as today I do not have one of her recipes to share, I have prepared something special with her favourite cheese: Halloumi. I marinated some dried fruit with Cypriot Wine and epsima (grape molasses) and spices. I then grilled some halloumi which I served with the caramelized fruit.
The recipe is included in my cookbook Mint, Cinnamon & Blossom Water, Flavours of Cyprus, Kopiaste!