I am standing in the kitchen pantry room, in front of the crates that are full of apples of this autumn and an old story pops into my mind that my mother used to tell us. It is a story that my mother used in order to demonstrate what the difference is between an optimistic…
Do you remember the feeling when being a child we were chasing fallen leaves? Sometimes we only enjoyed its whirring sound while wallowing through them. Sometimes we collected the most beautiful ones, placed them between two sheets of newspaper and pressed them with large, heavy books. Sometimes we made a picture by placing them under…
I take a look at the piece of paper with that unmistakably typical handwriting and read the instructions line-by-line which is not really wordy I must say. (dkg and dl are measurements which were widely used at the time of our grandmothers and mothers) “Potato scones/Burgonyás pogácsa 1 kg pastry flour 1/2 potatoes 1 db…
As a cook I cannot imagine a more fabulous thing than going over to the neighbour and coming back with a jar of fresh farm sour cream and a half kilo cottage cheese. Since Ani, my neighbour makes cottage cheese again- since they have enough milk to do it now- I cannot stop myself to…
There are days when everything seem to go wrong. I don’t succeed to finish and important work, I am going past the deadline and everything falls out of my hand. I even step on a slippery spot in the garden and after a short alternative ice-skating performance I end up lying on my car’s bonnet….
Regular Taste of Memories readers know already, that I am big fan of yeasted doughs. It is like a passion which I try to control, but time to time I must come up with a recipe, moments when I cannot resist and I must bake! Fonott kalács, in English braided sweet bread is ideal for breakfast…
I am sitting at my favorite place, on the stairs at the front door eating cheese wafers we made with my grandmother yesterday and listen to the quiet little noise leaves are making when they arrive at the bottom after falling down slowly from the cherry tree. This idyllic relaxing moment ends when my dog…
As we get closer to summer there is more and more work to do in the kitchen and the garden. As usually i try to get done everything right away which ends up in a tragic, exhausted moment when I realize that it is impossible. At least not immediately. First of all I need to…
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…
Tócsi (pronunciation) is a dish in Hungary which is called in many ways depending on the region. Wikipedia mentions 35 different names and most probably it will cause a debate among people who come from different parts of the country which name is the original. It is a dish a bit like rösti but not…
