by Lidija Abu Ghazaleh | Oct 17, 2021 | Brunch, Gluten Free, Lidija's Kitchen, Mains, Recipes, Sides, Starters, Vegan, Vegetarian
Stuffed vine leaves are proof that good things come in tighly rolled, delicious little packages. I have wanted to write this recipe for ages, and after posting an instagram poll last week asking followers if they wanted me to share the secrets behind the perfect...
by Lidija Abu Ghazaleh | Mar 28, 2021 | Breakfast, Brunch, In My Kitchen, Lidija's Kitchen, Recipes, Sides, Starters, Vegetarian
Truffle Bruschetta with Burrata and Cherry Tomatoes – serves 4-6 Ingredients: 1 loaf of Truffle Baguette (substitute plain baguette or sourdough), sliced around 1 inch thickness 1 ball burrata, strained of it’s liquid and brought to room temperature 200...
by Lidija Abu Ghazaleh | Mar 28, 2021 | Brunch, In My Kitchen, Sides, Starters
I love truffle. No matter how you slice (or shave) it, it’s by far one of the most indulgent ingredients to have ever graced my lips. Just one whiff of the truffle’s deep, musky aroma is enough to put me in a culinary-induced hypnotic trance. And boy, what...
by Lidija Abu Ghazaleh | Oct 8, 2020 | Baking, Brunch, Desserts, Gluten Free, In My Kitchen, Lidija's Kitchen, Vegetarian
Maple Poached Apple with Popcorn Granola and Vanilla Ice Cream Now that the month of October is in full swing, the Canadian girl in me craves nothing more than crisp Autumn leaves, chunky cable knit sweaters, and food that celebrates the magic of a season that...
by Lidija Abu Ghazaleh | Oct 7, 2020 | Brunch, In My Kitchen, Lidija's Kitchen, Recipes, Salmon, Seafood, Starters
Earlier last summer, I took a little staycation in the town of Frelighsberg Quebec, where I had the pleasure of sinking my teeth into some fabulous local products and eateries. One of my highlights was dining at Lyvano, a family run restaurant that focuses on working...
by Lidija Abu Ghazaleh | Jan 1, 2018 | Baking, Brunch, In My Kitchen, Recipes
There’s a comfort in baking that I find difficult to put into words. Maybe it’s the memory I have of my mother immersed in her dough-making process in our flour-dusted kitchen. Or maybe it’s because as a young girl, my eager little hands would wait in anticipation to...
