Our Serbian grandmother is often referred to as “Baba”, which means grandma, by the many travelers she graciously hosted in what my four siblings and I were fortunate enough to call home. We’re Serbian. Eastern European. Not Syrian or Siberian, we’re talking about the neighbors to the Italians on the east coast of the Adriatic Sea: Montenegro, Belgrade, Bosnia-Herzegovina. You know, Ana Ivanovic, Novak Djokovic, Divac, Nikola Tesla to name a few representatives. Those are the places our ancestors lived, died, told stories about and passed on to us the most important virtue the Serbs have upheld and demonstrate today. Throughout history it’s been said that Italians are known for their romance, Germans for their sense of discipline, and the Japanese their industriousness. The Serbs own hospitality and our grandma or ”baba” is living proof. Not only was she a master hostess but she is remembered for her culinary magic that made visitors feel at home. I’d like to share her story and uniquely rich recipes that formed the basis of her legacy.