Who said that only perfect is good enough? Not me, but the truth is that I am a really enthusiastic fan of perfectionism. I MUST do perfect work, I must be a perfect couple, daughter, sister, friend and my house must (hm..or should) look well-organised and neat, so must the garden. Obviously anything that comes…
For me moving to the countryside meant something like returning to something ancient which is very difficult to describe. While launching Taste of Memories I have started to search, cook and bake old family recipes, but I realized that starting our new life in my grandmother’s village means also a learning process. Almost every week I…
After I moved back from Spain in September we met an old friend who is breeding Hungarian grey cattle on hectares of beautiful fields not far from our village. He was pleased to welcome me home and he was especially happy that we moved so close to them. “ Do you want a calf as…
