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 from photos which represent quite basic things: a box of farm eggs, a crate of fresh strawberries, a half kilo of cottage cheese and sour cream or a rainbow, which…
My attraction to breads started more than 10 years ago. I can’t even explain the reason, maybe the crack of the crust or the scent of the baking bread enchanted me or the moment, when I first smelled the fermenting dough. Anyway, my collection of cookbook- which was already not a small one at that time-…
I am sitting on my favourite stairs, my laptop is in front of me. These are not the same stairs like once were, they needed to be tear down during the renovation of our old 90 year old house. Once our house was finished, I realised, that Mr. G., our architect designed new favourite stairs…
Dear Friends, 10 years ago I was standing in the garden of our little house and I was wondering how does it come that even my heart beats slower when I am here. “I wish I could live here”, I thought, but my life led me into completely different directions, even after we finally moved…
It is amazing that it has been already 9 months ago when we started the renovation process of our house which also meant a learning process of patience, resilience, hope and faith. If somebody tells me at the beginning that it will take so long, that it will require me to fight with so much…
It is interesting how friends or relatives can get into synchronicity unexpectedly sometimes. We think about the same thing without talking to each other about it. We raise an idea to the other one without knowing that he/she was actually brainstorming about that subject or we give answer to a question was was not asked…
Pepi. This is how we called it when I was a child. This word in Hungarian has no meaning and I have no idea how we found out this name, but for long time that I didn’t know that I am actually eating: semolina pudding, in Hungarian “tejbegríz”. Maybe it is very simple. Maybe it…
“Mami, would you come and help me to set up the kitchen garden in spring, will you? You don’t need to do anything just sit in the armchair and give me instructions”- I am asking my grandmother month by month with strong hopes but she always gives me an evasive answer. “We will see… just…
The idea of the “Taste of Memories” was born in February 2015 in Malaga, Spain. It was 14 degrees outside, continuous sunshine and noise of the never-sleeping harbour city. I could have planned another hiking tour in the Andalusian mountains or another Spanish speciality to cook but my thoughts were far away. I was thinking…
