halloumi

Many moons ago my mother and I went on a holiday to Cyprus. The holiday turned out to be a bit of a disaster. Due to a lack of any pots and pans in our apartment we ended up going to a little restaurant almost everyday. Sitting outside on bright red plastic garden furniture the owner would bring us piles of fried halloumi. All crispy, salty and a little bit squeaky, it turned out to be a highlight of the trip and eating it now always reminds of the sunshine.