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Before you embark the Berlinerluft blog culinary journey, I would like to offer you
a bit of background information and explaning as to why I chose to use the name Berlinerluft.
This all began when I moved to Berlin a couple of  few years ago from Cambridge, UK with my partner. Our lives as doctoral  students were coming to an end and we were excitedly and desperately  looking forward to starting a brand new life. We were both filled with  utmost joy and anticipation to live in this greatly historical city of  which I had heard of as a child, seen numerous movies about, read  stories about, and of which I knew housed, to my mind the best Orchestra  in the world
Within  no time, the most important room in our flat was  functionally-furnished. That is of course-the kitchen (never mind that  the rest of the flat took over 18 months to be furnished)! A kitchen  cart, counters, tableware, cutlery, AND a Bosch kitchen machine were the  first things we purchased (The KitchenAid came 2 year later as a  Christmas gift!). The oven and stovetop were all there already, so there  was not much else we had to do to get things started.
And  this is indeed where “Myberlinerluft blog” really begins-in my kitchen  in Berlin. It is my place of peace, where I can de-stress and feel most  safe. It is that place where I can let loose, be creative-and where no  one or anything can bother me. It is my haven.
And  yes, I am indeed an addict. I love food in all its forms and facets. I  love the art and power of food. It represents everything that I love and  admire about life. It represents connection, friendship, love, harmony  and peace. Each of my most treasured memories is intimately connected to  food in some way.
My  fondest childhood memories are of my mother standing in the kitchen  behind her green Kitchenaid and my brothers and I hovering around her,  watching and waiting to lick the batter out of the mixing bowl. Or of my  grandmother whipping up a cake, while telling us grandchildren stories  of her childhood. One of the most memorable and special conversations I  had with my aunt was held in the kitchen while she was preparing a  bread. It was one of the few times I was ever with her one-on-one and as  I stood next to her and watched, she shared and I listened. I shared  and she listened. We laughed, and we engaging in deep conversation. I  shall never forget these moments.
As  a “global nomad”, who grew up moving around every few years, I am not  fixed to any particular country or place-but rather am fixed by the  experiences, which I share with people-and food is inextricably linked  to them.
No,  I am not at all a professional baker or cook, nor have I ever taken any  courses on the subject. I am a former classical pianist and present  educational consultant who would like to share my love of food and my  experiences that surround them with others.
I  realise that I do not embrace any