A dream comes true

My passion for reading and books started around the time I learnt how to read. I loved touching their spine, take them off the shelf, and smell them. (Ooohh, the smell of books…!)
I would spend hours in the library, browsing in the (back then) paper-based catalogue. I enjoyed to be in silence- being an introvert little girl a library seemed like heaven, as if I arrived to a different planet.
At the age of 10 I decided that I want to be a writer and hesitated only for a short time, when I was considering choosing to be a painter or graphic artist.
At that time 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 they tried to pull me back to the ground, sometimes softly, sometimes a bit harder. As for me, I really did my best to
set “realistic” goals for myself.
After graduation- as usual- 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 (and which didn’t make me happy) I went to a bookshop and I could immediately breathe more easily.
To make myself the long workdays more 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 painfully 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.
In any case 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. I moved to the village where my grandmother was born, a place, that I don’t want to leave for another. Soon my blog, Taste of Memories was born and after the long road I felt myself in place.
This fall, not long after my 41th birthday I am going to be able to hold my own cookbook in my hand, which gonna be published under the title ‘Taste of Memories’ by Hölker Verlag 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 will be a book with my name written on it that I can hold, open, and smell.
My very own book.


Judit Neubauer

Judit Neubauer is a food photographer, chef and writer living in a small village in Northwestern Hungary. Her bilingual blog, Taste of Memories is about life in the Hungarian countryside. While she is bringing new life into the 90 year-old house and orchard of 18 fruit trees she cooks and bakes her family’s old recipes and tries to preserve traditions and old knowledge about how to live in rhythm and harmony with nature.

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  1. Válasz



    Congratulations Judit!
    It looks like a huge achievement! I love your blog, recipes and stories behind it, and I was wondering are you going to continue writing after a long break!
    Look forward to read your book soon!

    • Válasz

      Judit Neubauer


      Thank you so much Dusica! I am missing blogging so much but I would have regret missing any precious moment with my beautiful baby boy,who is actually not a baby any more… Hopefully I will be able to find little bits of time to work on the blog and return to my creative life too. First of all, i will be posting soon about my book! 🙂 Sending you nice greetings from Hungary

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