Her name was Aunt Maca (pronunciation: Matsa) I didn’t even know she is called Maria in reality because I was so used to her nickname. She was tall and thin, I would even say, skinny. She would put two bobby pins into her whitish-greyish hair which was a bit curly and her eyes were blue,…
I strongly believe that every human being is unique and unrepeatable. We have a few things we were born with, other things we learnt and others which are in our blood. Each one of us become special with this mixture but still, it is always astonishing for me when I discover gestures, customs and taste…
I am standing at the kitchen counter pitting plums for a cream soup that I wanted to cook for you this week. Yesterday I have already tested a version, but I was excited about further experimenting. Today I will add some apples that I got from Hédi, a friend from the village, and I will…
Big summer heat was over, we were living the Indian summer and were waiting for all the paperwork to be done in order to finally begin the renovation of our house. My boyfriend, Áron diligently drove to the house to mow the lawn or tidy up. It was his way to deal with frustration of…
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…
Four sweet cherry, three sour cherry trees. I am grateful to have them, to be able to pick the fruits and give to others: neighbors, family and friends. In the meantime I appreciate more and more all the people who choose fruit growing as a profession. We were worried about aphids, then about too much…
Is there anything more comforting than a bowl of hot consommé after hours and hours of hard work in the garden? Definitely not. This is why I decided to cook it when we planned to do a loooot of work in the garden during the four-day national holiday. Days are still a little bit chilly…
