‘You should start writing’, says Áron not for the first time this month, without giving me the sense of pressure, but with his typical, meaningful look. ‘But what should I write about in this current situation?’, I ask in despair, ‘everything would sound so unnatural and insincere…. ‘Write from your heart honey’, he answers and…
A year after we moved back to our newly renovated, almost 100 year-old house, slowly everything is finding its place. Homemaking is not a fast process. In the pantry room the shelves are packed with jams and compotes, soon we will need to build new shelves because we are running out of space. I collected…
I am standing in our pantry room, over a kilogram of old, sad potatoes from last year in a wicker basket. They are ugly, wrinkled like a rhino’s skin, and already a little bit soft, but beside of that they are OK. What shall I make with them? I could experiment once again with a…
It has been quite some time, since I wrote my last blog post. Sometimes I had the feeling that I assimilated so much in our garden, that I am becoming like our fruit trees: apparently they do not show any sign of life, however they are already dreaming about the beautiful and tasteful fruit they…
Finally it has started. After a rainy, stormy weekend in a sunny, but still really windy morning the backyard of our house is filled up with life. The track based bobcat is easily moving around the muddy soil and it digs up so much soil in half a day for the basement of the attachment…
It has been snowing for the last two days, snow covers our blooming fruit trees and the radish and green peas seedlings that just popped up in the kitchen garden. Wind pulls our shutters wildly and we have to start our days again by putting fire in the tile stove. It is quite bizarre in…
This week we had to organise and clean my grandmother’s house which was high time since she is gone since 3 years. I am collecting all treasures that remind me of her and which are for me great values: the pasta-maker, she used to use for making noodles for soup. Old cotton linen that she…
I am standing at our front door- the only place in our house where is mobile phone coverage- and I am listening to my grandmother who is explaining how she cooks pörkölt, the traditional Hungarian dish that everybody knows and who tried once, most probably will never forget. Mami always loved cooking and you get…
At New Year’s Eve I think if I could have a wish, I would ask for as many joyful moments in 2017 as many I could be grateful for in 2016. I think about the moments when I cooked and baked, photographed and tasted. The time spent in the garden that taught me something new every…
When I was living in big cities, the first cold days in September always brought me into melancholy. Autumn seemed like nothing more but the end of the apparently best part of the year and the sign for that it is time to get prepared for winter. Slightly unnoticed my attitude to this season definitely…
