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…
There are fateful encounters, when life seems to be a well-planned chess game. Maybe we can decide about our steps, but we cannot avoid getting into contact with certain players. Such an encounter was when I met Niki Szakács, a textile designer. Thanks to her, from now on botanical dyed textiles will appear on the…
Do you remember the feeling when being a child we were chasing fallen leaves? Sometimes we only enjoyed its whirring sound while wallowing through them. Sometimes we collected the most beautiful ones, placed them between two sheets of newspaper and pressed them with large, heavy books. Sometimes we made a picture by placing them under…
I take a look at the piece of paper with that unmistakably typical handwriting and read the instructions line-by-line which is not really wordy I must say. (dkg and dl are measurements which were widely used at the time of our grandmothers and mothers) “Potato scones/Burgonyás pogácsa 1 kg pastry flour 1/2 potatoes 1 db…
On Sunday I recieve a message from my sister: “ I have bought a pumpkin. How should I roast it?” While I am sending some instructions to her- who by the way haven’t roasted but crocheted wonderful pumpkins recently!- it makes me remember the time when I ate a looot of pumpkin. I used to…
The last 2,5 months was really busy and eventful, since I wrote the last post on the blog before the summer holiday. At that time we had to face the fact that our old Swabian house urgently needs a full renovation, after we had a burst pipe and the problem seemed to be bigger than…
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…
There are days when everything seem to go wrong. I don’t succeed to finish and important work, I am going past the deadline and everything falls out of my hand. I even step on a slippery spot in the garden and after a short alternative ice-skating performance I end up lying on my car’s bonnet….
Tepertős pogácsa is very typical and traditional Hungarian snack. It is basically a savoury scone which is made with roasted pork rind, which for some of you could sound a little bit strange. That is why I was a little bit hesitating involving this recipe on the blog. And maybe I am not objective in…
I am sitting at my favorite place, on the stairs at the front door eating cheese wafers we made with my grandmother yesterday and listen to the quiet little noise leaves are making when they arrive at the bottom after falling down slowly from the cherry tree. This idyllic relaxing moment ends when my dog…
