This spring I have started a serie on Facebook with the title ‘Everyday miracles from photos which represent quite basic things: a box of farm eggs, a crate of fresh strawberries, a half kilo of cottage cheese and sour cream or a rainbow, which I shot in our backyard before sunset.
These things- and their stories behind- were beacons of light for me in a world where everything has suddenly changed.
In a world, where I can’t lay my head on my mother’s lap and I can’t hug my grandmother.
And it happened exactly when I was living the greatest everyday miracle: I got to know that I am pregnant. I really hoped that it will happen to me once: that I will have another loved one to feed, to tell stories to, and with whom I can run to the creek in our backyard to hunt stones and launch toy boats to the water.
However, fears and worries slowly crept into my joy because of all the news flooding from all over reporting about facts and speculations regarding possible outcomes of the pandemic.
While every human being in the earth- including me- was trying to answer the same questions regarding our future, the health of our loved ones and financial stability, I had to deal with other questions:
Can we- the baby and I keep safe? Will I be able to preserve my calmness for the sake of his peaceful 9 months?
So finally I decided to step back and temporary closed all the doors literally and figuratively in order to protect the silence and harmony. Because there can be storm in the world but my son must arrive on the island of peace.
On the 8th of September, right after the midnight bell, Ábel was born, and it that moment the wind started to blow.
Maybe he brought the wind of change to the world, but at least into our life for sure.
The concept of “me” unalterably transformed to “us”. I have started to see life in a different perspective, and sometimes I have the impression that even if I lived 100 it won’t be enough time to see and live everything from his life I want to.My steps and decisions are not only about me anymore, but about what kind of world I want to leave him.
And what about Taste of Memories?
When I started the blog in 2016, I was driven by the desire and intention to preserve, record and share my two grandmother’s recipes, teachings and memories I have with them. Now I think, in the last 5 years I have finished the greater part of this work. These stories are no longer only in my brain but I hope I could give you something through them- maybe a 10-minute refuge on a messy day.
While I was pregnant with Ábel, I realised that it is time to do the same work with my own recipes, that I have collected for 10 years after I graduated as a chef. Also, stories have to be told, that I have lived while U was travelling around the globe.
Yo will still find old Hungarian recipes, but also some others which will have a touch of French, German, Spanish, American, Austrian cuisine and also some stories I experienced during my journey thanks to all the wonderful people I met on the way. This will be my heritage to Ábel.
Maybe I will share new posts less frequent than before, I apologise for that in advance.
Now I would like to get fully lost in those dark blue eyes- which resemble completely mine- before I grab the wooden spoon and the camera.
And secretly I hope, that those blue eyes will attentively follow me while cooking, and he will be also enchanted by the wonders and miracles that can happen and do happen in the kitchen, as I am.