Jota, Slovenian sauerkraut stew

What can take you home the fastest – a car, a plane, or homemade food? For me food would be the answer to this question. It’s a funny feeling when you eat something from home in another country, it’s comforting, makes you feel like you’re home (not that I don’t feel comfortable where I am now, but home will always be home). When I moved to Belgium I realized that I miss the food which I hated as a child, but came to love growing up. I also realized I never watched my mother or grandmother make it, even though they told me countless times: “Come and watch me cook, you will need it one day!”. My answer to those comments was always: “I don’t like that food, I don’t need to learn how to make it.” Cooking was the last thing on my mind when I was a teenager. Well now I’m on my own and I sometimes regret I didn’t pay more attention in the past.