One year ago, on a nice sunny day a carpenter was working in our kitchen, to build in a couple of new shelves. Ábel and I were in the middle of our usual daily routine with a toddler: noisy and quiet at the same time, without any apparent accomplishment, but always busy with something without…
Not a long time ago I baked a sourdough bread, the first time after three years.
The starter is still the same. THE starter, which…
My passion for reading and books started around the time I learnt how to read. I loved touching their spine, take them off the…
Hello dear friends,
here I am to finally break the silence!
Although I don’t seem to be active on…
To read it in Hungarian, click here/A magyar változatért katt ide
This spring I have started a serie on Facebook with the title ‘Everyday miracles…
It is 4.40 am. I am hearing an increasingly impatient and loud moaning from the staircase which is a sign for me to get…
My parents moved to their first flat just before I was born. The tiny apartment was located on the 9th floor of a new…
‘You should start writing’, says Áron not for the first time this month, without giving me the sense of pressure, but with his typical,…
This story has been waiting for me to tell you since last year. The scene of this story is a small village in northwestern…
I am standing in the kitchen pantry room, in front of the crates that are full of apples of this autumn and an old…
WELCOME TO THE HUNGARIAN COUNTRYSIDE
Hello, my name is Judit Neubauer I am a food photographer, chef and writer living in a small village in Northwestern Hungary. My bilingual blog, Taste of Memories is about life in the Hungarian countryside. While my boyfriend and I are bringing new life into the 90 year-old house and orchard of 18 fruit trees I cook and bake old, sometimes forgotten recipes and try to preserve traditions and old knowledge about how to live in rhythm and harmony with nature. Thank you for visiting!
