Waffles were always very special treats for me. Maybe because as a child I liked its shape or the fact that it doesn’t come out from the oven, we use a special machine for that. Or maybe just because it is so tasty. I ate waffles the first time when we visited friends of my…
Living in the countryside completely transformed my approach to cooking. The question is not any more “What shall I cook today?” or “What do I find today on the market?”. Cooking starts now for me first by going to the garden, looking around and thinking. Although in the first year of our countryside living we…
Pepi. This is how we called it when I was a child. This word in Hungarian has no meaning and I have no idea how we found out this name, but for long time that I didn’t know that I am actually eating: semolina pudding, in Hungarian “tejbegríz”. Maybe it is very simple. Maybe it…
Picking fruits can be a quite dangerous process, especially without experience, knowledge and appropriate tools for that. Thanks to the lot of sunshine the sour cherries grew ripe this week so it was high time to pick them and of course to bake a wonderful sour cherry pie according to my mother’s recipe. I take…
Short report from the heart of the Bakony mountain, northwestern Hungary. May has started with a quite changeable whether: rain, wind and sun are changing hour by hour. Plants needed this rain so much, the soil absorbs water gratefully, while people take out the warm clothes and rubber boots from the cupboard. On my way…
I haven’t written about my dear friend, Meli, and it is really high time to do it. Meli is a very talented photographer who has a special sense of catching moments and recognize „the Human” in everyone. Not the person he or she wants to show but the real personality within. We met a couple of years ago…
I am reading the recipe which my mother sent to me and I am in trouble. I want to prepare kugelhopf, a cake which was one of my favorites when I was a child. It is perfect for breakfast or to the afternoon tea or you just grab a slice during the day when you…
There are some days when you have the strange feeling watching a movie instead of living your own life. Yesterday was that kind of day. It started as normally but finished extraordinary. I was in the kitchen early in the morning to prepare the subject of the current blog post, floating islands, obviously according to…
Last year we arrived from Spain to Hungary exactly that time when apples were about to reach perfect ripeness. Some of the apples were already under the tree and they were continuously falling. We had many things to do in our house: scratching the drops of paint from the floor and windows, mend the broken…
After I moved back from Spain in September we met an old friend who is breeding Hungarian grey cattle on hectares of beautiful fields not far from our village. He was pleased to welcome me home and he was especially happy that we moved so close to them. “ Do you want a calf as…
