My mother’s French salad…

…that is actually a bit Russian (the salad, not my mother, although we are Slavs, so you never know). In our family there is a tradition – on 1st of May we go on a road trip. We did this almost every year, always with a big crowd, our family, my uncle’s, my great aunt’s, friends of my aunt and so on (you get the picture), our caravan was road tripping across Slovenia like a bunch of gipsies. In the last years I missed a couple of these trips, due to the fact that I am not always home then, but I will always feel the need to go on a trip in May. Continue reading “My mother’s French salad…”