Dear Friends, I wanted to make you something special for Christmas and life helped me to get my wish come true through coincidences and a little bit of luck. To create this recipe, I used my mother’s linzer cookie as a starting point, the idea of its seasoning came from an antique cookbook by Ágnes…
At the time right before holidays slowing down, letting go the old and welcome the new seem to be a challenge that is impossible to accomplish. In any case I try, even if I receive at least three newsletters every day saying “only… days left until Christmas”, written in a final countdown style. Even if…
As we are getting closer to Easter I was wondering what kind of recipe I should prepare for you, dear Readers. If you take a look at the archives you can find the recipe of stuffed eggs or the challah which goes very well with braised ham, that we usually have at Easter. However this…
Who else is thinking more often of spring as I am doing? This year winter is so cold and resistant without any warm wave, especially here, in the Bakony mountain and the last weeks we cannot enjoy the sunshine either. Frostwork appeared on our windowpanes and if I don’t cook, there is only 13 °C…
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…
In my family we cannot imagine Christmas without Christmas linzer. If you have known me for a while, you know that around Christmas I start baking these wonderful cookies which last long so they are perfect for holidays. My mother bakes it every year as well so at Christmas we exchange boxes of our own…
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….
I am sitting in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her while she is telling stories. I love her stories. Stories about her youth and childhood. When snow crackled below their feet while they were walking to the church. She remembers the carol singers, who visited each house singing Christmas carols. The smell of…
Regular Taste of Memories readers know already, that I am big fan of yeasted doughs. It is like a passion which I try to control, but time to time I must come up with a recipe, moments when I cannot resist and I must bake! Fonott kalács, in English braided sweet bread is ideal for breakfast…
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…
