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I have never had a Malta before but I think I fathom what your feelings are. As you know, my husband's father was Romanian; he fled his country with only few belongings. He taught me a few recipes from his country and I cherish those moments. Now, I sometimes cook Romanian dishes with my husband and I love the expression he takes when the first smells spread in the flat. It is a mingle of nostalgia and happiness. I reckon a hint of his Romanian legacy resonates at that moment.

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