Dear Friends, spring is coming and I am back as well. 🙂 New blog post is coming, stay tuned!
The Hungarian poet, Dezső Kosztolányi has a beautiful poem which title inspired mine, however he dreamt of colourful inks, that he could use for writing letters to the loved ones (You can read the poem in English here) So instead of inks, I dream of apples. Of quince, yellow-green Golden apples and reddish ‘scone’ apples….
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…
Főzelék is a special category in Hungarian cuisine which is basically a vegetable stew made from all kind of different vegetables. I couldn’t give them enough importance they deserve on this blog, however I had adventures with nettle stew, I cooked főzelék from green peas that I grew in our own kitchen garden, and lentil…
In the last post I wrote about the importance of failures and about the so called kakaós kalács, a Hungarian cocoa-flavoured brioche, which after the second attempt finally turned out to be really soft and light as it should be. The following day I received a message from Lindi- who I didn’t know until two…
My grandmother, my mother’s mother has been living in a small flat in the last 50 years. She always loved being in the nature so she immediately took the opportunity to buy a small plot near our town, Veszprém which were for sale in the 1970’s. She convinced my grandfather – who was not really…
I am thumbing through my grandmother’s recipe book and suddenly the recipe of salty pretzels catches my eyes. How does it come that I have never noticed it so far? It immediately brings up all the happy memories: children’s days, carousels, visits in the zoo, the pet market where we we begged our grandmother to…
Halloween is celebrated in a completely different way in Hungary, than in English-speaking countries. It is about remembrance family members and friends who are gone. It is partly sad but also somehow beautiful because we go to the cemeteries together with our families and light candle for the ones who are not with us any…
