It is a story about a ‘not ordinary’ hammer. Its handle is made from wood, carefully polished and lacquered, fits comfortably to my palm, and it is getting thinner direction to the head. The wood itself is dark, full of spots and scratches, it could definitely tell many stories if it could speak. At the…
One of my favourite flowers is lilac. If I look out of the kitchen window during kneading a dough, chopping ingredients or washing dishes, I see our lilac bushes right in front of me. I am grateful to Uncle Jóska and Aunt Rózsa for planting purple and white ones along the fence. For me it…
In this year’s last post I have planned something unusual for you. Something that close to the end of the year and in the middle of the pre-Christmas rush we tend to forget. A peaceful, quiet moment when we immerse ourselves in the enjoyment of a simple but creamy and delicious hot chocolate and make…
Almost 30 years ago I visited a few times the house we are living in. My grandmother’s brother-in -law lived here at that time alone and sometimes we spent a day with him with my sister and my cousins. After so many years I still remember how much I loved the house and the garden,…
I admire our grandmothers for their lives, for their memories and for that evident wisdom and knowledge regarding all fields of life. I could never ask anything that my grandmother couldn’t answer. Sometimes it seems that she could lived her life more fully than me, but maybe it is just the 50 years difference in…
We are getting ready to a one-week trip. I don’t know if there is anybody among you who can prepare a trip in a relaxed, calm state of mind, but even after so many travel challenges and adventures I had to face in my life, I still can’t. I am writing different kinds of to…
We have four apple trees in our orchard, two golden delicious and two which are so called “winter scone”, an old Hungarian variety which has a little bit flat shape and a sour taste. I get a lot of information on our fruit trees and orchard in general from our neighbor, Tibor who knows a…
I have been waiting for a long time for this moment to arrive: our elderflower bushes started to bloom. I was extremely excited, that already a year ago I started to collect bottles in Spain because the organic milk bottles that I bought at the Málaga market hall were absolutely suitable for this purpose. So…
For me moving to the countryside meant something like returning to something ancient which is very difficult to describe. While launching Taste of Memories I have started to search, cook and bake old family recipes, but I realized that starting our new life in my grandmother’s village means also a learning process. Almost every week I…
I am really lucky because I was grown up with a mother who considered feeding and caring as her calling, although she always had a real- mostly quite demanding- job. Spring started with the elderflower season from which she prepared syrup. Followed by the strawberries and raspberries which we freezed. She prepared marmalade from apricots…
