Dear Friends, I wanted to make you something special for Christmas and life helped me to get my wish come true through coincidences and a little bit of luck. To create this recipe, I used my mother’s linzer cookie as a starting point, the idea of its seasoning came from an antique cookbook by Ágnes…
More than 2 months have passed since we adopted our cat, Gata after a big storm in reality and in my heart as well. We needed to change a lot of our ideas about cats and also about ourselves during this time. One of them was the plan of keeping her outside then she landed…
‘What do you think about climbing a mountain and watch the sunrise ?’, I ask my friend, Meli who I know is not a morning person but can get as enthusiastic about crazy ideas as I do. ‘Uh…sunrise? In the Bakony mountain? Well, I am in… But only if afterwards I get some coffee and…
The renovation of our house arrived to the final and most exciting stage. Day by day it becomes cosier and more home-like and suddenly I cannot stop my always-dreaming imagination. I see painted walls instead of the plastered surfaces, tiles instead of concrete, washbasin instead of water pipes and of course I can already see…
When I was a child I loved when my grandmother made filled “Albert” biscuits. Albert biscuits are Hungarian sweet biscuits that you could (and can) get at any corner shop, and I guess each family used to have it on the shelf as a quick sweets for the family when there were no other Western…
Women’s whim. Already its name tells a lot, as if its recipe was created by a whimsical lady who had put it together following a sudden mood. I find its recipe among the first ones that my grandmother’s wrote down into that already yellow-turned notebook that she started to fill up with recipes when my…
One and a half year ago I wrote a blog post about semolina pudding, or as we call it in my family: pepi. I underlined how undeservedly neglected is this dessert and tried to verify my statement with visual evidences. My boyfriend Áron and I are still big fan of semolina pudding but we cannot…
“ I cooked a goulash soup. Would you mind preparing a crêpe batter as a second meal?”- my mother’s text message arrives while I am on the way and I respond to her that of course I will and will be at home soon. While I put together the batter according to a French recipe…
At the time right before holidays slowing down, letting go the old and welcome the new seem to be a challenge that is impossible to accomplish. In any case I try, even if I receive at least three newsletters every day saying “only… days left until Christmas”, written in a final countdown style. Even if…
“My dear Nusi!” I hope you are not ill any more. Look how nice Klári is, she has written to you. Write me any time you can. Sending you lots of kisses Lili 22.5.1927” This is the message which is written on the back side of the postcard that I found in an antique book…
