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 a story about a ‘not ordinary’ hammer.
Its handle is made from wood, carefully polished and lacquered, fits comfortably to my palm, and…
My grandma has turned 88. Normally, she doesn’t like her birthdays, but we always insisted to celebrate them. It was hard for her to…
A year after we moved back to our newly renovated, almost 100 year-old house, slowly everything is finding its place. Homemaking is not a…
According to the theory of the American writer, Gary Chapman, several misunderstanding and difficulties in our relationships originate in the differences in our love…
I am standing in our pantry room, over a kilogram of old, sad potatoes from last year in a wicker basket. They are ugly,…
After living in big cities for 15 years, I still cannot get used to the extraordinary human way of life in our village in…
When I was a child, we lived with my grandmother on my father’s side in the same house for 14 years: she lived downstairs,…
I have been waiting for a decade to be able to wake up every day in an orchard. Maybe I inherited my passion and…
Strudel is not a final destination, it is a journey. Flexibie is the dough as we are pulling it, stretchable is the learning process…
For me, summer officially starts with strawberries and continues with cherries. We have four cherry trees in our orchard, one is an old one…
WELCOME TO THE HUNGARIAN COUNTRYSIDE
Hello, my name is Judit Neubauer I am a food photographer, chef and writer living in a small village in Northwestern Hungary. My bilingual blog, Taste of Memories is about life in the Hungarian countryside. While my boyfriend and I are bringing new life into the 90 year-old house and orchard of 18 fruit trees I cook and bake old, sometimes forgotten recipes and try to preserve traditions and old knowledge about how to live in rhythm and harmony with nature. Thank you for visiting!
