I strongly believe that every human being is unique and unrepeatable. We have a few things we were born with, other things we learnt and others which are in our blood. Each one of us become special with this mixture but still, it is always astonishing for me when…
I find fabulous quince at the corner shop. For a short time I didn’t feel like cooking anything with quince because they have made me so much trouble recently. The last time we cooked quince jam with my friend, Mária, it ended up like a session of a masochistic…
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…
The Hungarian poet, Dezső Kosztolányi has a beautiful poem which title inspired mine, however he dreamt of colourful inks, that he could use for writing letters to the loved ones (You can read the poem in English here)
So instead of inks, I dream of apples. Of quince, yellow-green Golden…
I was fond of summer in my whole life, but lately I came to realise that my truly favourite season is autumn. I could say with a hint of self-irony that this comes with a certain age, but really, I have several reason to prove that autumn is the…
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…