1988, Nicosia. The family’s new restaurant in Kofinou is demolished to make way for the motorway. The daily life of my parents and all of us changes dramatically. For a short while, my mother works at one of the local dairies. My father, however, who was always full of ideas and never gave up, decides to convert a bus into a mobile loukoumades stand. And so, before I even turned thirteen, I remember following my mother to Nicosia and later to Faneromeni in Larnaca, with the “loukoumades bus.” I will never forget the queues that formed in front of the bus on Epiphany Day. Everyone wanted to buy loukoumades and throw them to the… kallikantzaroi. And of course, my mother’s recipe was a huge success. Crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, her loukoumades were in such demand that even the next day they were still like sponge cake!
