Last week was really eventful and full of excitements. One thing is to blog week after week in my own little world, another thing is to make a presentation about gastronomy and Taste of Memories at the university and yet another is to bake potato brioche on a stage at Bakony Expo, an event celebrating…
“Would you come to Velem with me?”- I ask Áron at the beginning of September. This needs a short explanation for non-Hungarians because this question is a joke with the words. Velem, beside of the fact that it is the name of a village in Western Hungary, means also “with me”, so if you replace…
‘I thought this will be in good hands with you’, says Ica and she puts on the table a cylinder wrapped into brown paper and nicely tied with a ribbon. A yellowed, old recipe notebook is lying in front of me. It belonged to Ica’s grandmother and is wrapped into a little crochet tablecloth made…
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…
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….
Beetroot is a vegetable which has the ability to awake strong emotions in highly positive or negative way. People normally like it or hate it. As for me, you could have driven me out of the world with beetroot until the moment I tasted my grandmother’s beetroot salad. Once I visited her, she was preparing…
