I am standing at the kitchen counter pitting plums for a cream soup that I wanted to cook for you this week. Yesterday I have already tested a version, but I was excited about further experimenting. Today I will add some apples that I got from Hédi, a friend from the village, and I will…
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…
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…
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…
Big summer heat was over, we were living the Indian summer and were waiting for all the paperwork to be done in order to finally begin the renovation of our house. My boyfriend, Áron diligently drove to the house to mow the lawn or tidy up. It was his way to deal with frustration of…
“I have not failed. The light bulb was an invention with 1,000 steps”- answered Thomas Edison, when he was asked about failures. Kata shares this story with me during our discussion when I tell her that I realised how much I suffer from my failures. We come to the subject because of a banal accident…
“ 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…
In this year’s last post I have planned something unusual for you. Something that close to the end of the year and in the middle of the pre-Christmas rush we tend to forget. A peaceful, quiet moment when we immerse ourselves in the enjoyment of a simple but creamy and delicious hot chocolate and make…
