Falling Cloudberries: A World of Family Recipes by Tessa KirosFalling Cloudberries: A World of Family Recipes by Tessa Kiros

Falling Cloudberries: A World of Family Recipes

byTessa KirosPhotographed byManos Chatzikonstantis

Hardcover | March 8, 2011

Pricing and Purchase Info

$30.75 online 
$45.00 list price save 31%
Earn 154 plum® points

In stock online

Ships free on orders over $25

Not available in stores


A delightful recipe collection packed full of good memories, good taste, and love

Chef Tessa Kiros had an eclectic culinary upbringing. Born to a Finnish mother and a Greek-Cypriot father and raised in South Africa, her kitchen table was always filled with delicious traditional dishes from around the world.

In Falling Cloudberries Kiros brings together the recipes that remained with her, recipes infused with a sense of love and family. Filled with gripping photographs, this book delivers simple, home-style cooking that delights the palate and the heart.

Innovative recipes include:

  • Fresh Salmon, Dill and Potato Soup
  • Chickpea, Feta and Coriander Salad
  • Cypriot Baked Lamb and Potatoes with Cumin and Tomatoes
  • Barbecued Beef Fillet with Sweet Potatoes and Grilled Mushrooms
  • Rocket, Parmesan and Pomegranate Salad with Balsamic
  • Milk, Honey and Cinnamon Ice Cream.

Tessa Kiros has traveled the world to learn all she could about the world's cultures and traditions, and about new ways of eating and cooking. She has cooked at London's The Groucho Club and in Sydney, Athens, and Mexico.
Title:Falling Cloudberries: A World of Family RecipesFormat:HardcoverDimensions:400 pages, 9.8 × 7.1 × 1.8 inPublished:March 8, 2011Publisher:Whitecap BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1552857298

ISBN - 13:9781552857298

Look for similar items by category:


Read from the Book

Food from many kitchensThese are the recipes I grew up with: the recipes that have woven their way through the neighborhoods of my mind, past indifference and into love. Those that have stayed while others might have fluttered away with a gentle spring breeze. These are the ones I choose to share; the ones that special people have taught me and that I have recorded, sometimes over a pot of coffee at my own kitchen table, and sometimes struggling to understand through the barriers of language on a journey somewhere.I can remember the smell of those sweets my Cypriot grandmother gave us; their block shapes and brig t wrappings, peppered with the eclecticism of South Africa, where we participated in Jewish Sabbath dinners at our friends' homes and sucked on butterscotch bars at Scottish fetes on days off from our Greek school.Both my wonderful grandfathers managed to fill me with a sense of appreciation for details. My Finnish Iso Isä would amaze us with Christmas parcels of enormous rye breads and Marimekko tablecloths, and the candles that would eventually grace the table for our Christmas Eve dinner. My Cypriot grandfather would arrive, carrying some pickled baby birds in a jar that would disgust us and have us yelping in conspiratorial glee. Who would have to sit next to the birds? Who would manage to hold in their laughter? We preferred him at his coals, turning the lamb or souvlaki, or standing in his back shed frying chips and artichoke bottoms and knowing the exact moment to bash at them with his wooden spoon and make the crispy broken bits that we all fought over. At any given moment, he might calmly walk in and announce that the rice pudding was ready Who wanted it with rose water; who preferred cinnamon?At the same time I could imagine Iso Isä, stirring his Finnish mustard pot or poking out the freshest salmon at the fish market for gravadlax, arms full of dill and weaving his way home through all those strawberry tops left on the ground.My mother taught us a few unnecessary phrases in Finnish, so that when I arrived I was able to say, "Grandfather, this is my hand," (of course, he wasn't surprised at this). We did feature in the local newspaper that week for my mother having moved away and come back after so long. There were all her friends from school, serving meatballs with lingonberry jam as though she had never been away. They grew up eating cloudberry puddings and thins we had never heard of in South Africa. I remember stories of falling cloudberries, summer houses on lakes and a lot of eucalyptus.I love tradition, and gatherings of people around traditional events, and I have had a great mixture. Born in London to a Finnish mother and a Greek-Cypriot father, we move to South Africa when I was four. I now live in Italy, and for some years here had a housekeeper from Peru. I have always kept my favourite recipes in journals and I hope you will find a place for them among your own tablecloths. Here are the recipes I love.Tessa

Table of Contents

Food from many kitchens
Family Tree

Falling Cloudberries (Finland)
Oregano, Oranges and Olive Groves (Greece)
Cinnamon and Roses (Cyprus)
Monkey's Weddings (South Africa)
Washing Lines and Wishing Wells (Italy)
Suitcase of Recipes (World)