Her name was Aunt Maca (pronunciation: Matsa) I didn’t even know she is called Maria in reality because I was so used to her nickname. She was tall and thin, I would even say, skinny. She would put two bobby pins into her whitish-greyish hair which was a bit…
It is almost unbelievable that I am writing the 110. post on the blog now.
When I started Taste of Memories a few years ago, my original intention was to record, preserve and share the recipes of my family in order to bring joy to other’s lives through the tastes…
There are fateful encounters, when life seems to be a well-planned chess game. Maybe we can decide about our steps, but we cannot avoid getting into contact with certain players. Such an encounter was when I met Niki Szakács, a textile designer. Thanks to her, from now on botanical…
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…
Dear Friends,
I wanted to make you something special for Christmas and life helped me to get my wish come true through coincidences and a little bit of luck. To create this recipe, I used my mother’s linzer cookie as a starting point, the idea of its seasoning came from…
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…
