After living in big cities for 15 years, I still cannot get used to the extraordinary human way of life in our village in Northwestern Hungary, even though it has been already 4 years since we moved in and I cannot be enough grateful for the kindness that we are experiencing every day. One day,…
When I was a child, we lived with my grandmother on my father’s side in the same house for 14 years: she lived downstairs, and we lived in the attic so I would spend a lot of time with her, when I wouldn’t feed animals with our neighbour, Aunt…
I have been waiting for a decade to be able to wake up every day in an orchard. Maybe I inherited my passion and love for gardening and fruit trees by my gens.
I remember my grandmother, ‘Mami’, when she told me about the time, when she finally had her…
Strudel is not a final destination, it is a journey. Flexibie is the dough as we are pulling it, stretchable is the learning process and threre are endless variation how to make it.
In the last weeks I dived into the strudel subject. It quickly realised that it was an…
For me, summer officially starts with strawberries and continues with cherries. We have four cherry trees in our orchard, one is an old one right at our front door, of which many people from our village keep nice memories, because Uncle Jóska, my grandmother’s brother-in-law often gave away from…
It was a beautiful sunny day, the first promise of summer this year and fortunately it happened to be on Saturday. I decided that any household chore can wait, in this moment there is nothing more important than sit on a bench under the cherry tree and watch the…
64 years of marriage.
It sounds a lot of time. To live it must seem even longer. I only dream about it, because I don’t see too much chance for that for us, unless we will be blessed by really long lives.
To live so many years together with your partner…
One of my favourite flowers is lilac. If I look out of the kitchen window during kneading a dough, chopping ingredients or washing dishes, I see our lilac bushes right in front of me. I am grateful to Uncle Jóska and Aunt Rózsa for planting purple and white ones…
It was a simple pine chest in the attic. It was placed right in front of the attic ladder, so I suspected that somebody who carried it up was really happy to offload this heavy piece right at the closest spot possible. It was covered by dust of many…
I am sitting in the middle of our garden and watching the wonderland around me which seems to be a background painted by Disney background artists in the 1950’s for Snow White or Cinderella. Our cherry trees and apple trees have just started to bloom, the cherry plum tree…