in search of "my chicory"

Today we asked Marina,s mother , Adria,what her secret was to her young
and beautifil complexion
she took us outside, armed with an old knife and wooden basket,
in the garden she dug up,
(which seemed to us ,unwanted worthless weeds)
chicory
"natures,s kitchen, clean air and feeling free,
thats what ,makes me, me"



Drini took up the chalenge of preparing a meal with the "weeds"
adding some potato and garlic,she cooked a lovely dinner...


Adria picking chicory