My name is Megs. But who I am isn't exactly that important. Who I would like to introduce is Ursola Elizabeth Josephine Calleja.

Also known as my Grandmother.

My grandmother is and was a lot of things: a knitter, a baseball-watcher, a strong-willed woman, and a cook. In fact, according to my dad, she was a fantastic cook. And I've decided that these recipes should live on in my kitchen. The traditional dishes, the family favourites, and the smells of the Mediterranean. I've created Maltese Mondays. This blog is a nod to the Maltese cooking of my grandmother.

Let's talk about Ursola Elizabeth Josephine, or Lena, for a second. After surviving World War II in a country that was routinely attacked for its prime location, she met a boy, got hitched, packed her sons and belongings into very few suitcases (belongings, not the sons), left the majority of her family, and hopped on a boat across the entire Atlantic to Halifax's Pier 21. Then she got on a train and raised five boys and her brother in a one-bedroom apartment without speaking English. In inner-city Toronto.

And I'm often wishing my apartment had hardwood floors.

So I've basically established that my grandmother's a boss. Carrying on her cooking probably seems like such a trivial thing. But once a week my kitchen's going to be Valletta on a weekday. Full. Of. Food.

I should mention that I have one other Grandmother as well, also a mighty fine cook, whose homemade buns are better than yours. Why did I choose Lena's cooking and not Elsie's (to whom, by the way, I owe my middle name)? A few reasons. For one, Elsie kept recipe cards. In English. Elsie also had daughters who know many of her recipes. Elsie was also cooking until about 8 years ago so many children and grandchildren (all, like, 80 of us) have been able to carry on the Moore cuisine. Lena didn't have any of that; she never told anyone her recipes. So I've gathered my dad's memory, a few things I was exposed to or that I remember from fam-jam potlucks many years ago, traditional recipe books and what I saw/smelled/tasted in Malta. Perhaps down the line I'll instill Scottish Sundays, without the haggis.

My treasured travel companion.

Ever met a Maltese Scot? What on earth is that? A plaid-wearing, loud-talking gal with a love for Limoncello? This adorable creature? Well, you are about to find out.

Welcome to Maltese Mondays.

Monday, December 2, 2013

pastizzi

Pastizzi ta' l-irkotta.
Pastizzi tal-pizelli.
Pastizzi ta' l-incov.

Pastizzi.
Maltese cheesecakes.

If you know me at all, you are probably very confused as to why I would attempt this.

Pastizzis are the quintessential Maltese snack. Ricotta wrapped in pastry, slathered in lard, and baked to warm perfection. Does it get any better than this? Probably. And that's only if you didn't have to wear pants while eating them.

There are three popular forms of pastizzi: cheese, peas, and anchovy. My family eats the cheese and peas. The dough is really. bloody. hard. Is it phyllo? Kind of, but not quite. Is it puff pastry? Kind of, but not quite. Is it freakin' delicious? The answer is yes. Good luck.

I attempted the peas yesterday, and failed miserably. I was quite upset about it. My solution today was to salvage what I could, coat them in more shortening and egg wash, and bake them till they sizzled grease. Not perfect, but a start.

One day I will master this and I will eat pastizzis with no pants on and nothing will be able to stop me.

Pastizzi tal-pizelli. One day I will make you delicious.

Traditional way: maltese pastizzi dough, rested and cold, rolled out into little discs, stuffed with either: ricotta, beaten egg, salt, pepper; cooked onions, mushy peas, salt, pepper; anchovies and spinach.

My Maltese music recommendation is more uplifting than my cooking experiment.

Cooking Tunes: Ordinary Madness by FellowFish. Want to see the beautiful island of Gozo? Or listen to the standup bass have its moment to shine? A stylish man in a hat? Then this video is for you.
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