Creamy zucchini and asparagus baked in a dough

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December is here and I have no idea when and how it has happened. It was just the beginning of the year, Mia turned 1 and I was getting ready for our first long flight. In 4 days she will turn 2 years old. It looks like yesterday passed a whole year.

During this time I’ve been trying to catch up with my life and to do everything I need to do, not forgetting about everything that I want to do. It turns out that I’m pretty boring nowadays.

Three years ago I was the crazy adventurous Marta, sometimes irresponsible, always curious, ready to pack my backpack and move to the other side of the world to check out if I like it there, climbing a volcano by myself and returning with a leg covered in blood, as I kicked a tree out of excitement, traveling around South America by myself for half a year, getting inspired by people on each step.

It took me two years of motherhood to realise that I am a different person, but what’s more important, to accept myself just how I am. It took some ignoring and realising, that what makes me super happy is not that interesting for others anymore. Because what makes me happy is making my daughter happy. That simple. Giving her a mango lassi when I pick her up from kindergarten, taking her on a beach and watching an ocean for 5 minutes, so she says wow and decides to go back, running after her (she will win races as she does not walk, she runs), colouring with her and sitting with her on a couch and watching Peppa Pig, singing a bit at the same time. On the way I lost a few friends, mostly ones without children, who were not interested anymore. It happens, I get it. I sometimes miss the times when I could simply get drunk, as having a hangover was the worst possible scenario (now it’s me being hangovered, waking up after 3h of sleep and taking care of my very active child). But I don’t miss people who disappeared. I remember talking to one great couple from Warsaw when I was still pregnant. They had already two kids and they told me that becoming a parent makes an automatic sifting of your friends. Well, it’s true.

I went into a bigger trap. I like my kid. I don’t mean that I love here, which is obvious. I mean that I really like my soon to be two years old. She is funny, optimistic, always happy, ready for action, she loves food, she plays with food, I never know what will come next. I like her so much, that I can’t wait to go for another road trip with her. Two girls hit the road :D

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You will need for the dough:

  • 1 & ¼ cups flour
  • 115g butter, cold, cut in small pieces
  • pinch of salt
  • 3 tbsp ice water

For the filling:

  • 200g cream cheese
  • 2 tbsp parsley, chopped
  • 1 zucchini, sliced
  • handful of small asparagus
  • salt and pepper for taste
  • olive oil for frying