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…
Főzelék is a special category in Hungarian cuisine which is basically a vegetable stew made from all kind of different vegetables. I couldn’t give them enough importance they deserve on this blog, however I had adventures with nettle stew, I cooked főzelék from green peas that I grew in…
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…
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…
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…