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Summer lunch – fried aubergines and stuffed peppers

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stuffed peppers and fried aubergines

Summer time is for eating in the garden. Some people have barbecues. For my neighbours ‘barbecue’ is code for ‘all night drinking session with singing’ etc. If it’s dinner time you can have chilled wine and something nourishing to eat, at lunchtime you can have something summery like fried aubergines and stuffed peppers. You can have it with apple or pomegranate juice. It’s easy and quick to make.


Summer lunch – fried aubergines and stuffed peppers


Stuffed peppers

sweet peppers (one per person)

black olives

cherry tomatoes


freshly ground pepper

feta cheese

olive oil

stuffed peppers

Fried aubergines


aubergine (one medium for two people)

1 egg





1. First cut peppers in half, de-seed them

2. Arrange them on the baking tray layered with tin foil.

3. Stuff peppers with sliced in half cherry tomatoes and halved olives.

4. Sprinkle with olive oil and some pepper.

5. Leave it in the oven on medium heat (150C)

6. Slice aubergine, rub some salt into slices, leave it for a few minutes, then wash it and dry it using kitchen towel.

7. Whisk one egg in bowl or soup plate. On a separate plate put some breadcrumbs.

8. Heat oil in the frying pan

9. Coat aubergine slices in whisked egg, then in breadcrumbs, fry it on both sides on medium heat (gas mark 6-7).

10. When the peppers are soft and roasted, arrange them on the plates, chop some basil and sprinkle on top with crumbled feta cheese, serve with fried aubergines and salad or new potatoes.



About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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