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 out of bed. I stumble down the stairs in the darkness and open the front door to our cat, Gata, who starts her usual morning hunting routine. I take a deep…
This story has been waiting for me to tell you since last year. The scene of this story is a small village in northwestern Hungary, in the Bakony mountains, however it could be any village where those kind of people live for whom keeping traditions, and preserving values for the next generation is a vital…
I am standing in the kitchen pantry room, in front of the crates that are full of apples of this autumn and an old story pops into my mind that my mother used to tell us. It is a story that my mother used in order to demonstrate what the difference is between an optimistic…
When I was a child, we lived with my grandmother on my father’s side in the same house for 14 years: she lived downstairs, and we lived in the attic so I would spend a lot of time with her, when I wouldn’t feed animals with our neighbour, Aunt Maca. We would play Hungarian cards…
I have been waiting for a decade to be able to wake up every day in an orchard. Maybe I inherited my passion and love for gardening and fruit trees by my gens. I remember my grandmother, ‘Mami’, when she told me about the time, when she finally had her own orchard. It happened in…
Strudel is not a final destination, it is a journey. Flexibie is the dough as we are pulling it, stretchable is the learning process and threre are endless variation how to make it. In the last weeks I dived into the strudel subject. It quickly realised that it was an illusion to think that I…
For me, summer officially starts with strawberries and continues with cherries. We have four cherry trees in our orchard, one is an old one right at our front door, of which many people from our village keep nice memories, because Uncle Jóska, my grandmother’s brother-in-law often gave away from its fruits. The poor tree was…
It was a beautiful sunny day, the first promise of summer this year and fortunately it happened to be on Saturday. I decided that any household chore can wait, in this moment there is nothing more important than sit on a bench under the cherry tree and watch the grazing horses on the top of…
It was a simple pine chest in the attic. It was placed right in front of the attic ladder, so I suspected that somebody who carried it up was really happy to offload this heavy piece right at the closest spot possible. It was covered by dust of many decades, there was a long, wide…
It is almost unbelievable that I am writing the 110. post on the blog now. When I started Taste of Memories a few years ago, my original intention was to record, preserve and share the recipes of my family in order to bring joy to other’s lives through the tastes that will inevitably create new…
