Monthly Archives: August 2016


August 31, 2016

Here are the links I love this week, August 31, 2016:

1.  Sit on this for a while, the history of the chair.

2.  Are you kidding me???  Yaaas girl, these fries are the bomb.

3.  This is how Chicago clouds roll.
4.  Blue is my favorite color…loved clicking through these photos.

5.  Shawarma…love the way this word sounds.  Love the way it tastes even more!

6.  Let’s lovingly keep Amatrice, Italy in our hearts and make pasta all’Amatriciana. ❤️

7.  I love reading about Chicago’s history…the good and bad.  Here’s an interesting piece on the construction of the Eisenhower expressway.

The Finder of Lost Things

August 27, 2016

So I bet you didn’t know that today is a popular day amongst Greeks who have lost things.

whole cake wiht towel

What’s that you say?  Is it Greek National Lost Things Day?  Oh no, no.  It’s Greek National Find Lost Things Day.  Better known as Saint Fanourios Day, the patron saint of finding lost things.  His name means “to reveal” and so we bake a cake to have him reveal to us lost objects.

Why does this surprise you?  Greeks bake cakes with lucky coins in them for the New year, why wouldn’t we have a cake for helping us find lost things?  Makes perfect sense to me…right?  No?  Right.

bowl oranges

Here’s how it works:  Have you lost something?  Your keys?  Your glasses, even after checking the top of your head?  Maybe you have lost your sanity?  Have no fear, Saint Fanourios can help.  All you have to do is bake a very special olive oil and orange scented cake in honor of his mother.  You don’t even have to be Greek to enjoy this cake (which is more like a sweet bread) or to help you find lost things.

I don’t know very much about this Saint except that he was a Roman soldier and that an icon of him was found in a ruined church on the island of Rhodes. I also know, or so I have been told, that his mother was not exactly a very nice person, so in exchange for making a cake and saying a prayer for the forgiveness of his mother’s sins, Saint Fanourios will help you find something you have lost.  Or better said, he will reveal something to you…dramatic pause here.  Yes i am foreshadowing.  Please read on.

close up ingredients

The cake is made with a very specific number of ingredients.  They must number only 7 or 9.  What’s so special about 7 or 9?  Well I suspect it’s something mathematical in nature.  It must be because they are not evenly divisible.  Or that 7 is a prime number and that 9 is 3 sets of 3 of which the number 3 is also a prime number.  So 3 sets of 3 is like a super, magical woo-woo thing.

But much of the symbolism in numbers can be found in ancient lore which many times gets translated to religious beliefs.  For example,  the great religions believe that God created the the universe in 7 days.  As I mentioned before, the number 9 is three sets of 3.  And 3 is a holy number symbolic of the Trinity in the Christian faith.  In Greek mythology there are 9 muses and it took 9 days for a soul to cross the River Styx.  Whatever it is, ancient peoples, cultures and religions love odd numbers.  And odd things…

I have to confess, that I don’t think this cake can only help you find lost things.  I think Saint Fanourios might even send messages via the cake to reveal things to you.  Let me explain:


I first made this cake with my girlfriend about 11 years ago.  We were training for the marathon and spent every Friday night carbo-loading for our long runs on Saturday mornings.  My friend noted that it was Saint Fanourios Day and that we should make the cake related to him.  Great!  I like cake and maybe he can help me find something, like a faster running time.  Seemed like a fair exchange.

We went shopping for the ingredients and brought them back to her boyfriend’s (at the time) studio to make the cake.  The problem with the studio however was that space was at a premium and that meant a small kitchen.  And a small kitchen meant it had a really small oven.  If it were any smaller it would be an easy bake oven.  Anyway, we dutifully made the cake with the prescribed number of ingredients and put the cake in the oven to bake. And about 45 minutes later we took it out of the sad little oven.  And exactly half the cake was burned.  The other half was perfect.

“Your oven is very uneven.”  I noted.

“That’s very peculiar,”  my girlfriend said.  “This has never happened before.”

“Do you think the saint is sending you a message?” I asked.

“Maybe St. Fanourios doesn’t want his cake baked in my boyfriend’s oven.  Maybe he is saying ‘lose this guy!'”  We chuckled and ate the good side of the cake.

Well, not long after that my friend broke up with this guy and ever since then we have had luck making this delicious cake.  True story.  Just saying…you come to your own conclusions.

cake slice

Here is how to find lost things:


serves 7-9 LOL

Ingredients (9 is my favorite number, so I use 9 of them):

3/4 cup olive oil

1 cup sugar

3/4 cup freshly squeezed orange juice

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 teaspoon clove

1/2 cup walnuts roughly chopped

1/2 cup raisins roughly chopped if needed

3 and 3/4 cups of all purpose flour (gluten free works too)


Preheat oven to 350F.

Place the olive oil and sugar in a mixer and beat for about 5 minutes to dissolve the sugar.

Add the orange juice, cinnamon, clove and baking powder.  Next add the flour in thirds and mix.

Right at the end add your walnuts and raisins and give it one more spin.

Place batter in a 9 inch round or square pan and bake for 45 minutes.  Or you can use a bundt cake pan if you like special patterns on your cake like me.  Also, I like busting the big fat Greek wedding myth that somehow Greek people don’t know what a bundt cake is.  So i use this cake shape.  All.  The. Time.  Click here for proof.

Let the cake cool and remove from the pan.  Share with friends or family and have them say a little prayer to St. Fanourios’ mom and to help you find your lost things.  Watch for things to be revealed in the days to come.  Woo-woo.



cake opened

Hygge…the Inner Hug of Happiness from Denmark

August 26, 2016

Hygge, it’s the export from Denmark that we should all have a piece of.  It’s the inner hug you get from being cute and cozy.  It’s sacred time with friends or family.  It’s the good life.


Hygge?  What on earth am I talking about and how do you say this crazy word?  Repeat after me, “hyoogah.”  Hyoogah.”  Yes, “hyoogah.”  I know, I know.  Just say it.


So what is this thing I speak of?  Well, it’s the key to Danish happiness.  And it’s perhaps the single most important feature of Danish life.  Denmark is one of the happiest countries in the world.  In fact, it’s been the happiest country for 40 years in a row.  And with that kind of track record, I think we should all look a little closer to discover why.

Okay, now that we know it’s an essential ingredient to life in Denmark, you might be asking yourself, what is it exactly?  And why should I care?  Well, hygge is not easily translatable into English.  It just doesn’t exist.  Loosely translated it means, coziness, comfort, the good life, that sacred time be it with yourself or with friends and family…and I love this concept.


Hygge can be a noun or a verb.  It’s a feeling and experience and it’s warm and “cozy”.  It’s about  making yourself feel good.  And I am all about that.  My blog in fact is all about hygge-type feelings.  Nostalgia. Saudade.  Memories.  Things and experiences that I love and makes me feel good inside.  The good life.

It’s more than just spending time with family.  I mean think about Thanksgiving and how crazy that can get.  Thanksgiving can sometimes be the complete opposite of hygge ironically.  There is nothing cozy and cute about stuffing yourself with a huge turkey and mashed potatoes until you are asleep on the sofa, perhaps after hours of bickering and drinking too much while cooking for 8 hours…ugh.  Not hygge.

Instead picture this:  Hygge is when the lighting is low, and you light some candles and you sit on a comfy sofa with a friend or your significant other drinking a glass of wine and just talking and spending time with them.  Cute and comfortable right?


Or, hygge is going to a cute little cafe with little soft couches for you sit at, sipping a hot chocolate, typing on your laptop while it’s raining outside.  Cozy right?

Hygge is when you invite 6 or 7 of your closest friends to your home and sit around the table enjoying a home cooked meal with a rich, red wine, just laughing and talking into the night.  Maybe playing some old records.  (Yes I said records.  I will talk about my analog music obsession at another time, but totally hygge…trust me.)  No drama, no bickering, only happiness.  In the immortal words of Martha Stewart, “it’s a good thing.”


So now that we know what hygge is and that it’s really important.  How can we get some?  I want to be happy and I am sure you want to be happy.  Since we can’t all be Danish, that’s what we will explore each Friday on Saudade on Sunday…except on Fridays.  Yes, I did just say that.  It’s a new feature okay?  Just go with it.  Hygge Fridays!  Woot.

Denmark is mostly cold and snowy and one can easily see how you can get hygge easily there. Snuggle under a blanket with your Netflix and your good.  But it’s the end of August you say…how does hygge work in the summer?  I am so glad you asked.

In my first attempt at getting some more hygge into my life (on purpose and not by accident), I decided to go explore a little nook on Green Street in Chicago’s West Loop for some after work drinks with my hubby.  We decided on The Allis, which is actually the lounge in the Soho House Chicago.  I am changing that wild and crazy “happy hour” that most people do after a long work week and making it “hygge hour”.

finger sammies

The Allis, is the name of the building that was built in 1907 and for many years it was uninhabited and unused in the West Loop until it was developed by Soho House.  That whole block on Green Street from Washington Boulevard to Randolph Street is a cozy little nook with all sort of secret little bars and restaurants to explore.  It’s the most hygge block in the West Loop!  Maybe even in all of Chicago.  Or Illinois.  Or maybe the US.  Dare I say the world even!!! Sorry, getting carried away here.

Anyway, as I was saying, Jeff and I sat outside and ordered some cocktails and little finger sandwiches, because what is a cocktail without finger sandwiches?  Little hygge, finger sandwiches, come on!  Egg salad, salmon with cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches to be exact.  So much better than beer and peanuts right?  Now don’t get me wrong, I like beer and peanuts as much as the next person.  Actually, I don’t like beer at all, but I can see it’s value.  Maybe when eating a salty pizza or watching a ballgame and eating a hotdog.  But hanging out with 40,000 people at a baseball stadium, well that’s just not hygge.

one sammy

Those sandwiches!  They were so cute I didn’t want to eat them.  Chomp!  One bite into Jeff’s mouth and they were gone.  The cocktails were served in these really beautiful crystal cut glasses.  I had their Basil Blossom cocktail, a pretty little concoction of white rum and maraschino and Mallorca melon tea.  And Jeff had the Eastern Standard, a manly mix of vodka, mint and cucumber (I think it sounds like a spa drink, but don’t tell him I said that, but totally scores major hygge points.)

So that’s what we did this Friday.  We sat at our cute little wooden table, people watching on Green street, enjoying our craft cocktails and tiny sandwiches.  I bet if I asked a Danish Viking if that was hygge, they would give me an A+.  So this week, why don’t you go find a small little bar that you have been wanting to go to with a friend and just order one drink and a small snack and slowly enjoy it.  Savor the moment.  Get some hygge in your life.

See you next week for my next installment of Hygee Friday.


empty basil drink


August 24, 2016

Here are some of my favorite links this week, August 24, 2016.

1.  I like salt.  Here is a podcast about it.

2.  Olympics in Greece, always? Not sure how I feel about it.

3.  Something to think about the next the “going gets tough”…it could lead to a happier life.

4.  Couldn’t we all maybe be a little Danish instead?

5.  Maybe being lonely can help your creativity.

6.  Olive oil and dark chocolate?  These muffins are my spirit animal.

7.  All you need to know about making mother sauces right here.

Gold Medal for Rio Olympics…and a winning Caipirinha

August 21, 2016

You guys, the Olympics are over.  Now what will I watch?  Waaah!!!  I have been obsessed for the past two weeks!  Every.  Single.  Night.  Swimming, gymnastics, track and field, diving, beach volleyball on Copacabana beach!!!  And of course synchronized swimming.  Come on!  Synchronized swimming, you know you love it.

I have always loved watching the Olympics.  Summer Olympics.  Winter Olympics.  No matter.  I love it all.  I am envious of the athleticism.  I wish I could dive, or run fast or have perfect aim for archery.  Yes, archery, that is so bad a$$.  Okay, okay, I secretly wish I was a synchronized swimmer.  Or a rhythmic gymnast.  That’s like Olympics for ballerinas.

Here are my favorite Olympic moments from the Rio 2016 Olympics:

1. Michael Phelps super hero swimmer.  Before every race, Michael Phelps wildly swings his arms around his body in some sort of odd slappy, stretch.  I love this moment.  We will never get to see him flap his arms around his body again!  So many Olympic memories watching this guy’s career.  I feel like he has been swimming forever.  This time, I swear I was trying to match every stroke to cheer him on.  I am exhausted.  I have never cheered so much in my life, or done so much Olympic “air swimming”.

2.  Team Great Britain’s uniforms.  Move over Canada, there’s a new cool uniform in town.  Have you seen Great Britain’s Olympic uniforms?  So sharp. Or should I say “on fleek”.  It has the coat of arms as the main part of the uniform with the Union Jack in the background in subtle muted colors.  I want one!!!  Could I be British please?

3.  The Olympic Cauldron.  
Have you ever seen a more elegant and beautiful Olympic flame?  It was designed by Anthony Howe and meant to be a “low emission” Olympic flame, which went with the sustainability theme of this games which I LOVED.  It was high on drama.  A stunning gold-mirrored, wind-powered, kinetic sculpture reflected the Olympic flame.  Beautiful, simple, elegant, tribal, stunning.  It looked like the sun.  (I want one of these too.  An Olympic cauldron, not the sun…never mind.)

4.  Mo Farah and his heart-shaped finishes.  How super cute is this guy?  He was the 5,000 and 10,000 meter defending gold medalist from the London games and he did it again in Rio!  Now all four of his kids have a medal each he had said.  How sweet is that?  We “heart” you too Mo.

5.  The Brazilian soccer team winning the gold medal match.  I cried as hard as every Brazilian in the country that day.  Talk about stress!  After a double overtime, shoot out match Brazil won over Germany!  And I yelled and cheered and cried.  And did you see the medal ceremony for them?  A whole stadium singing the Brazilian National anthem together gave me Olympic-sized goosebumps. I mean to win a gold medal in soccer, the national sport of your country, IN your country, which is also hosting the Olympics?  I’m done!  So awesome and inspiring!  Watch here.

In honor of my favorite sporting event, I will salute Rio and the Olympics by sharing a recipe for their favorite national drinks, the Caipirinha.  Thanks Rio, that was fun…(but in 2020, will have Olympic Hello Kitty in Japan…OMG.  I can’t wait).

Olympic Caipirinha

serves 1

2 oz Cachaça (Brazil’s sugar cane spirit)

2 limes

2 teaspoons sugar

ice cubes

Rim a pretty tumbler with sugar.  (I like the way it looks and tastes)  Add half a quartered lime and 2 teaspoons sugar to glass. Muddle.  Remove muddled limes and add fresh quartered limes, 2 shots of cachaça and ice cubes (I like spheres) and stir.  Decorate with lime wedge.



(Caipirinha photo in this post is mine…all other photos in this post are graciously from the internet/media)