So I found out about buckwheat. This ancient grain is native to asia and has surprisingly nice features in nutrition and needs a very short time to grow. Which is/was especially important for growing food in colder regions. Nowadays this healthy grain is often substituted by wheat, which makes me sad. I think the old idea was the better choice.

Surprisingly, buckwheat was also used and cultivated for traditional dishes in the southern Swiss mountain regions. Since I’m living and native in this country, this discovery made me feel at least a bit connected to the heritage which made people survive in ancient times. Others would be milk, cheese, potatoes, pome fruits, meat etcetera, on which swiss inhabitants survived in that sometimes harsh climate.

So what is left, to connect a person to homeland and family, when all native foods are indigestible? Isn't it food and shared meals, which makes part of us to social beings? I think a lot about that and I'm happy about ancient buckwheat recipes, or traditional swiss recipes, which I allow myself to tweak a little to my needs.