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 an antique cookbook by Ágnes…
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…
At the time right before holidays slowing down, letting go the old and welcome the new seem to be a challenge that is impossible to accomplish. In any case I try, even if I receive at least three newsletters every day saying “only… days left until Christmas”, written in a final countdown style. Even if…
Last year at Christmas we were sitting at the dining table, taking one slice after the other one from the rococo cake and analysing it with a worried and thoughtful look on our faces. “I think grandma cut the dough into four parts not three”- says my sister. “But the cream was exactly enough for…
In my family we cannot imagine Christmas without Christmas linzer. If you have known me for a while, you know that around Christmas I start baking these wonderful cookies which last long so they are perfect for holidays. My mother bakes it every year as well so at Christmas we exchange boxes of our own…
This winter lacks on snow so far. Áron is happy about the fact because he doesn’t like shovelling snow, but I am dreaming about the romantic snowy landscape of Bakony mountain not taking into consideration the traffic difficulties that it might cause. Instead of snow there are cold, windy days and mornings with hoar frost….
I am sitting in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her while she is telling stories. I love her stories. Stories about her youth and childhood. When snow crackled below their feet while they were walking to the church. She remembers the carol singers, who visited each house singing Christmas carols. The smell of…
