” Every memory, every recipe was very old but it can be so contemporary “

I remember … my grandmother sitting by the fireplace and cooking.
Stir with the long spoon the legumes, beans, lentils or chickpeas, which he had selected just before. The spices that had to be put in the pot followed. She spread them all on her apron and made small bunches. He also threw one in the beans. And the place was buzzing. The oil from the olives of the estate followed. Sometimes I remember her unfolding the herbs on her apron. Mountain tea, fliskouni, linden, arbaroriza, wild mint and a lot more. But what surpasses me every time I remember it was when he was stirring the spices. Either to put them in food, or to confuse them, to tease them with food.
I was looking for that feeling, that warmth, the smell.
Two years ago I found her notebook registered! Full of recipes, secrets and medicine. Half an okka of trachana , 1 okka of water , 100 drams of feta and the recipe takes off. The secret is in the raw material, he said, do not forget it, your body is your food, take good care of it. Memories flooded me. Childish and unforgettable memories.
Worried we could regenerate that time I made up!

I remember … my grandmother sitting by the fireplace and cooking.
Stir with the long spoon the legumes, beans, lentils or chickpeas, which he had selected just before. The spices that had to be put in the pot followed. She spread them all on her apron and made small bunches. He also threw one in the beans. And the place was buzzing. The oil from the olives of the estate followed. Sometimes I remember her unfolding the herbs on her apron. Mountain tea, fliskouni, linden, arbaroriza, wild mint and a lot more. But what surpasses me every time I remember it was when he was stirring the spices. Either to put them in food, or to confuse them, to tease them with food.
I was looking for that feeling, that warmth, the smell.
Two years ago I found her notebook registered! Full of recipes, secrets and medicine. Half an ounce of trachana , 1 ounce of water , 100 drams of feta and the recipe takes off. The secret is in the raw material, he said, do not forget it, your body is your food, take good care of it. Memories flooded me. Childish and unforgettable memories.
Worried we could regenerate that time I made up!

I remember … my grandmother sitting by the fireplace and cooking.
Stir with the long spoon the legumes, beans, lentils or chickpeas, which he had selected just before. The spices that had to be put in the pot followed. She spread them all on her apron and made small bunches. He also threw one in the beans. And the place was buzzing. The oil from the olives of the estate followed. Sometimes I remember her unfolding the herbs on her apron. Mountain tea, fliskouni, linden, arbaroriza, wild mint and a lot more. But what surpasses me every time I remember it was when he was stirring the spices. Either to put them in food, or to confuse them, to tease them with food.
I was looking for that feeling, that warmth, the smell.
Two years ago I found her notebook registered! Full of recipes, secrets and medicine. Half an ounce of trachana , 1 ounce of water , 100 drams of feta and the recipe takes off. The secret is in the raw material, he said, do not forget it, your body is your food, take good care of it. Memories flooded me. Childish and unforgettable memories.
Worried we could regenerate that time I made up!

“Old flavours inspired by today”

~ ΟΚΚÃ

And so we woke up time ! And we started to create our own story.
All recipes based on okka , half Turkish, half local.
We activated the contacts of our ancestors and looked for new ones. Generations that continue the tradition.

New generations that persist in nature and create mother earth products.