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One year ago, on a nice sunny day a carpenter was One year ago, on a nice sunny day a carpenter was working in our kitchen, to build in a couple of new shelves. Ábel and I were in the middle of our usual daily routine with a toddler: noisy and quiet at the same time, without any apparent accomplishment, but always busy with something without stopping. 

Suddenly the carpenter came in and told me that our outdoor plug didn’t work and he needed it for a machine to cut the shelf. I was following him into the garden with Ábel in my arms, when a DHL van stopped in front of our house. 
‘Hi, I have a package for you’, he said. 
I frowned. 
‘ I don’t expect any package’
‘It’s for you though…from Germany. Quite heavy, I must say. There must be some fabric inside. The sender is some…what…Coppenrath Verlag….
‘Oh my God, this is my book, the book, I wrote!’, I exclaimed in euphoria, took the carton box and ran directly to the house with Ábel, leaving behind the shocked carpenter, and forgetting completely about the plug. 
Ábel took the first one into his hand. I took the second. Later in the afternoon the third one landed in the hands of my grandmother, one of the three wonderful woman who inspired me to write this book. 

Two pair of hands with 89 years difference in age holding my cookbook.

My grandmother’s whose hands were pulling or rolling out hundreds of strudels, plucked chickens, cooked litres and litres of chicken broth, weeded the kitchen garden and set the table with the beautiful porcelain dishes from Zsolnay porcelain manufacture. Those hands worked hard, caressed a lot and their owner was my greatest supporter of collecting and working up the old recipes of her generation in the recent years on the blog Taste of Memories…..( continues in the comments)
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Dear Friends, I imagined writing, photographing a Dear Friends, 
I imagined writing, photographing and posting many things in the last couple of years,  so it was high time to do something real, grab the keyboard and give new life to this peacefully sleeping blog. 
A new chapter, something new and exciting begins in the Taste of Memories' history- stay tuned!- and as a first step you will find a new post on the blog (link in profile) Thank you so much for all your encouraging and supporting messages in the last years, I'm sending you all big virtual hugs! 
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My passion for books started around the time I lea My passion for books started around the time I learnt how to read. I loved touching their spine, take them off the shelf, and smell them. I would spend hours in the library, browsing in the paper-based catalogue and enjoying being in silence surrounded by books.
At the age of 10 I already knew that I want to be a writer because I  believed that having my name written on a book cover is the evidence of a fulfilled and happy life. 
My parents on the other hand believed that I am a dreamer, and tried to pull me back to the ground. And as a good kid I really did my best to set “realistic” goals for myself. 
After graduation I was working on building a career, little by little climbing up the corporate ladder. When I felt stifled because of the life I was leading I went to a bookshop and I could immediately breathe more easily. To make myself long workdays bearable, I always had a cookbook in my bag. Not because I had time for reading - not at all - but that wasn’t important. Only knowing that it was there calmed me down. It was the reminder of what I truly desire, because at that time I had already deeply and passionately fallen in love with cooking. ‘Mom, the truth is, that I want to be a cook’, I have confessed to my mum during a long walk in the forest. She sighed and answered as softly as she could: 
‘Honey, it is such a tough job…’
Despite of her worries, soon I got my degree in culinary arts and the old dream started to get in shape more. I wanted to write a cookbook, include recipes and stories, but I wasn’t sure about which cuisine and what kind of stories. So I tried to absorb as much knowledge as I could. I studied, travelled, listened and collected memories and finally came to arrive to the place where my journey started, to the village where my grandmother was born. I started my blog, Taste of Memories and  after the long road I felt myself in place.
And now I am able to hold my own cookbook in my hand, which has been published by @hoelkerverlag in Germany.
Honestly, I don’t find the right words to express how I feel about it. I just cannot stop thinking about that there is a book with my name written on it that I can hold, open, and smell. 
My own book.
Hello dear friends, here I am to finally break th Hello dear friends, 
here I am to finally break the silence! :-) Although I don’t seem to be active on Taste of Memories blog and feed, in the meantime I have been working on a few very exciting and heartwarming projects, which I am going to reveal to you soon. :)

In the last 1,5 years, since our son was born, my priority was to collect memories of the intangible moments of happiness, of significant and seemingly minor but unforgettable milestones. I try to memorize everything to be able to remember and to tell the stories, and more often than not time seems to be accelerated and it feels like a slap in the face how quickly our days pass by, as sand is pouring through one’s fingers. 
Due to the lack of sleep I often spend my days in a state of delirium while trying to get to know the new “me”, the woman, who I have become being a mother. Slowly I get to deeply understand that real freedom doesn’t mean the lack of constraints but rather the perseverance in our choices. 

In the meantime I turned 40, I learnt how to sleep anytime and anywhere, somebody said the word “mom” to me (and in this case, I am the mom!) and two of my big dreams connected to Taste of Memories are slowly getting shape.
However, some things still haven’t changed. The rays of sun still magically light up the Bakony hills. Our dog, Beeper is still keen on fallen apples, our cat, Gata still considers herself as self-contained, although she runs for the first call, and only slows her last few steps down, when she realises that she has behaved herself way too obedient for a cat.
As for me, I still want to cook and bake, more and better even if this desire is highly limited due to circumstances. Because sometimes, if somebody takes my hand, calls me “mom”, pulls me down to the carpet, pats the spot next to him and brings a storybook, well… then the coffee will cool down, the milk bread will over-proofed and scone baking will be postponed. And the world seems to stop for a while…

I am going to share some exiting news with you soon, stay tuned! 
Until then I am sending you sunny greetings from the Bakony hills. 

Lots of love
Judit  Photo by my wonderful friend @meliegyed
For me Christmas is not over until we say good bye For me Christmas is not over until we say good bye to our Christmas tree in January which is always a painful moment for me every year. ⁠
If we are lucky enough (actually if we WERE because there is very low probability) we still have a few Christmas linzer cookie left that we can grab for a little comfort, I secretly listen to a few Christmas carols, when nobody hears me and slowly pack the ornaments and the gifts left under the tree, among which were some extraordinary pieces this year- perfectly suitable for a 4 months old… (I wrote about the new chapter of our life in my last blog post)⁠
If you are like me and longing for after-holiday mood- and reside in Hungary- I can recommend you an interview  with me which appeared in VinCE magazin (Central European wine magazin, Hungarian issue) alongside with some Taste of Memories recipe classics.⁠
Have a wonderful day! ⁠
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Dear Friends, ⁠
finally NEW POST on the blog! ⁠
If you are a Taste of Memories reader, you know how much I love telling stories.But every time I reach an important milestone in my life, I need to pull back, digest, celebrate and fully live those moments first. As Kierkegaard wrote once: “Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards” ⁠
Have a wonderful weekend!⁠
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Dear Friends,⁠ thank you so much for all your me Dear Friends,⁠
thank you so much for all your messages and emails asking when I will post next time. It was heartwarming to feel that my stories , recipes and photos are needed and missed. ⁠
This week I am finally coming back with a new blog post, stay tuned! ⁠
ps: Hazelnuts on this picture are from our bush next to the creek in our garden. Since we moved into our house in 2015, this was the first autumn it bore fruits, which I consider as a sign for a beginning of a new cycle. :-) ⁠
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‘Why don’t you make a series of everyday mirac ‘Why don’t you make a series of everyday miracles?’, asks my dear photographer friend @meliegyed. ‘There was that amazing rainbow, then the box of eggs from the neighbour… Go on, we would love see more of these!’⁠
She always inspires me in so many ways and this time she made me think as well: there are so many of everyday miracles that’s worth to share inside and outside of the kitchen! :) ⁠
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Everyday miracles series. No. 3. ⁠
A crate full of perfect strawberries which fragrance reminds me those scented erasers I used to love at grammar school. ⁠
We have many plans and dreams with our garden, one of them is setting up a strawberry raised bed. Until we can do it, I am so grateful for Kata, owner of the @zoldforras2000 grocery shop for this crate of strawberries and for all those boxes full of wonderful vegetables and fruits Áron was able to pick up during lockdown. ⁠
What else could I do with these strawberries (eat it all at once-ha! :-D )than making a wonderful strawberry jam to spread on slices of freshly baked milk loaf on cosy winter days…⁠
Find strawberry jam recipe in the archive (via link in profile)⁠
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Everyday miracles. ⁠ Our neighbour hands over a Everyday miracles. ⁠
Our neighbour hands over a box of free-range eggs over the fence laid by their hens who I see scratching through the grass the complete day.🐔🥚🐔⁠
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There are those rare moments in life, when you can There are those rare moments in life, when you can’t help yourself just to bow down in front of the beauty this world has to offer.
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We inherited our almost 100 year-old house with a We inherited our almost 100 year-old house with a row of lilac bushes, which were once planted by my grandmother's sister, aunt Rose and her husband. These bushes are at least 50 years old- or even more- and they resemble more trees, than bushes. ⁠⠀
Every year I am amazed by their beauty, their fragrance and I can't wait to see them starting to bloom, so I can decorate our dining table with a bouquet which fills up the air with its amazing scent. ⁠⠀
Last year I went even further, and used lilac in the kitchen. I made lilac syrup which is a surprisingly tasty and refreshing drink, especially with a few drops of freshly pressed lemon juice. ⁠⠀
Find recipe in the archive (via link in profile)⁠⠀
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Dear Friends, ⁠⠀ new post on the blog about th Dear Friends, ⁠⠀
new post on the blog about the power of silence alongside with the recipe of a rhubarb tart which I made using the rhubarbs from our kitchen garden. ⁠⠀
Have a wonderful weekend! ⁠⠀
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Textiles I use for photography are hand-woven and botanical dyed, made by @textil_szakacsniki ⁠⠀
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2 years ago, when we moved back to our newly renov 2 years ago, when we moved back to our newly renovated old house, I received a rhubarb seedling as a gift from my friend, Maria. There were still a lot of things to do both indoor and outdoor, so I just dug a hole for it on the spot where we have prepared a bed for herbs close to the kitchen. The soil was still hard and full of stones but I tried to do my best to give this little plant a chance to grow by loosening and moistening soil and removing stones. ⁠
Two years has passed since, and I am amazed how many stalks this single little plant is producing now, even in such unideal circumstances. ⁠
I will post a new recipe on the blog soon, for that I used our very own first rhubarb stalks. Stay tuned! ⁠
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Many thanks to Melinda Bertalan, journalist of @ve Many thanks to Melinda Bertalan, journalist of @vehir_hu  for the great article about Taste of Memories and the opportunity to tell the tale about an old hand-written recipe notebook, that my head teacher from grammar school once gave to me. In the article I am also sharing a recipe of the so-called Hungarian bishop’s bread, which resembles the German Christstollen, however it’s not quite the same. It fits to the series of recipes I have recently started on the blog: it is made from basic ingredients, and it is variable so there is no need to go shopping. If you might understand Hungarian, than hop over to the full article via link in profile or find recipe in English in the archive on the blog: http://www.tasteofmemories.com/puspokkenyer/⁠
Have a wonderful day, dear Friends!⁠
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This year we won’t celebrate Easter the usual wa This year we won’t celebrate Easter the usual way: we won’t visit our family members, won’t sit around dining tables or go hunting for eggs together in the garden. ⁠
Instead apperently we happen to organise a spontaneous virtual family picnic. ⁠
Everybody stays at home but since we live quite close to each other, Áron gets in the car and leaves and takes baskets of goodies over the fence (without any physical contact of course). Áron’s mother cooks the traditional Eastern ham, in return I bake and send braided milk bread along with a piece of smoked mangalica pork bacon. My mother needs a bunch of fresh parsley to make stuffed eggs, so I put some into the basket with a piece roasted chicken , so she doesn’t need to cook for lunch. In return she sends me a box full of my favourite cakes, honey ‘zserbó’. Áron brings some pork cracklings to my sister’s family, in return they upload our chocolate stock. ⁠
We don’t do anything special only adapt ourselves to the new circumstances and we can be more than grateful for having enough and being able to share the spirit of Eastern through these little edible love-packages. ⁠
I wish you happy Eastern dear Friends, and if you happen to have a piece of yeast in your fridge (or dried one), find recipe of braided milk bread in the archive (via link in profile⁠
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Dear Friends, ⁠ new post on the blog in which I Dear Friends, ⁠
new post on the blog in which I am sharing a story about a secret garden, the necessity of closing the door on the past, the new life of three shabby red chairs, and a recipe of a semolina soufflé which I have created based on a recipe from a 1941’s cookbook. To make the soufflé you’ll only need pantry staples and a jar of jam, which happened to be plum jam with cinnamon in my case, cooked last year from the wonderful plums I got from my friends Szilvi and Ákos. ⁠
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In 10 days this frizzy little girl will be 9 years In 10 days this frizzy little girl will be 9 years old. People normally associate poodles with ribbons, pom poms and bobby pins, however originally poodles were breeded for hunting to retrieve ducks from water, even if not in that small size like Beeper was born. ⁠
Despite of her size she takes her job really seriously and is willing to stand in the creek at the end of our backyard for hours, hunting for leaves and branches. And for me, if Beeper is standing in the water means that spring has definitely arrived. I love watching her while she forgets about the world around us and concentrates only on what the creek brings to her. Because she is completely sure, that it will bring her something wonderful. ⁠
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I could never really understand how the generation I could never really understand how the generation of our grandparents was able to cope with all the inhuman situation which determined their lives: wars, famine, poverty, losing their homes?How could my grandmother's brother make jokes while writing postcards from the Soviet front in the 1940's and how can my grandmother still recall nice memories from an era when after the air raid alert the shelter got so overcrowded that they were unable to light on a matchstick? ⁠
When telling stories we would expect them to point out the drama and the tragedy, however, more often quite the opposite is the case. ⁠
They talk about a piece of bread, an apple that was given to them as a gift, their favourite rabbit that brought force young, the kitchen floor which they carefully cleaned. We could say, just insignificant little things. ⁠
According to Viktor Frankl, Austrian neurologist "Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way. " ⁠
Uncertainty, anxiety and unpredictability became part of our everyday life and changed the way we observe the world around us. ⁠
We start appreciating again those little things. ⁠
The big piece of fresh yeast I got from my dad that I divide and wrap into paper so carefully, as I would deal with the finest chocolate.⁠
My sourdough starter- that I have been keeping alive for 5 years-  now seems to be miracle and its daily feeding doesn't seem such a burden any more.Having it means  fresh bread in 24 hours any given day.⁠
It feels like Christmas, when Áron arrives home from a nearby farm, with a bag full of artisanal butter, kefir and cottage cheese, and -unexpectedly- a big jar of sour cream. I don't remember ever being so happy over a jar of sour cream.⁠
And then the lunch that day.I dice and roast the last piece of mangalica pork bacon, and fold the cooked pasta into the fat released from the bacon. I top the pasta with cottage cheese, roasted bacon and the wonderfully thick and creamy sour cream.⁠
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The new reality of recent weeks forced many of us The new reality of recent weeks forced many of us to revaluate our lives, wondering about where we are heading and what future brings to the world when this crisis- hopefully soon- will end. The crisis not only showed us how fragile we are but also how much goodwill, humanity, and helpfulness there is in this world. We are the witnesses of that when we listen to the news, receive phone calls from worried relatives and friends, or when we ring somebody we love. ⁠
What's next? The future is like a book with a new blank page, a new chapter that we are allowed to write ourselves, if we want, by using almost forgotten but newly discovered values. ⁠
Walking a path on your own is difficult. Walking together is much easier, whether we talk about family, a community or even the whole world.Help goes around, when it comes from the heart.Maybe we don't get it back from the person we gave helping hand to, but for sure we will get it back. We could say this is the law of goodwill. ⁠
Time to time I am going to post stories about people, small businesses, whose philosophy and passion for life and vocation inspire me every day, thereby supporting their work. ⁠
I don't know Nusi,founder of @shamobags, however we surely could have a nice talk over a cup of coffee, based on her piece of writings on social media. Nusi had a dream to create an environment-conscious, zero-waste brand which is committed to spread the idea of simple life. I have encountered her photo in a FB group, depicting her holding a tower of hand-made baskets, like the ones our grandmothers used to use as schoolbag in our village. The baskets are made in Hungary and Transylvania, by local handcrafts man and resources. 'That's exactly what I need', I thought, because my old basket broke into pieces after 15 years of duty. I placed an order and a couple of days later our complete world turned upside down. The basket has arrived, it's beautiful as expected, however it only serves as decoration at the moment. I filled it up with dried hydrangea waiting for the day when I can take it in hand and go to the market, to do some grocery shopping freely, without any fear and worry. ⁠
Because this moment will come for sure.
My grandmother on my father's side was born and gr My grandmother on my father's side was born and grown up in the small Swabian village where we live now. Granny was typical Swabian: hard-working, tough and thrifty, who would never rest, or better said having a rest would mean to her embroidering a tablecloths. She would not sit in the garden, instead she would either dig, hoe or weed. She would grow every kind of vegetable and fruit whatever a family would need and in her pantry room the shelves were loaded with so many jars of preserved fruits, vegetables and jams that most probably she could live on them for a year without the need of doing grocery shopping. ⁠
This was the way she was grown up, that was natural for her, so even years after hear death we could open jams that she made. ⁠
It is a fortunate coincidence, that Áron's grandparents lived only 10 km away from our village, in another Swabian village, where Áron would spend most of his summers. I cannot ask my grandmother about Swabian traditions any more, but I can ask Áron's family. ⁠
Erzsi, Áron's mother used to always say, that according to Swabians, if you have flour, salt, fat and potato, you have everything. ⁠
You can make "tócsi" (kind of rösti), gánica (another type of potato dish) or Paprikás krumpli (potato paprikash), moreover, if you have some yeast at home, you can bake the bread I have suggested yesterday or even "burgonyás kalács" which is a sweet milk bread. ⁠
Today I brought you the recipe of "nudli", potato noodle, that you can serve with any kind of jam, or cinnamon sugar. ⁠
Find recipe from the archive via link in profile⁠
Have a beautiful day, dear Friends! ⁠
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