Author: grabyourspoon
Cook, food campaigner and occasional writer who really enjoys eating and sharing the culinary delights of the world around me. Grab your spoon and join me.
Summer Gold
Growing up in a hybrid household, words sometimes got scrambled. My Hungarian born father was the primary care giver when it came to food, so I learnt the Hungarian before the English, and often didn’t retain the translation. Kukorica (pronounced cook-a-ritz-ah) is a perfect example. This is sweetcorn, or corn. It took me years to […]
Read More Summer GoldMagyar Shortbread
My father was the youngest of four children, arriving when his nearest sibling was 6 years old. By all accounts, Klári wasn’t thrilled with the arrival of a brother who usurped her place as the baby of the family. But absence makes the heart grow fonder, and they became very close in later years. It’s […]
Read More Magyar ShortbreadOffally Good
This blog has mostly featured my Dad. He was in many ways the head cook and bottle washer in our family, and it is from him and my paternal family – aunts, grandma, that I learnt to cook. My mother wasn’t always very present in my child and teen hoods. She was a fragile soul […]
Read More Offally GoodFestive
Anyone of dual or more heritages will recognise this – the clash of your familial customs with the festive traditions of the home country. Growing up in Liverpool with a Hungarian father meant we didn’t quite follow the script laid down by others. It was only after I started school that I discovered other families […]
Read More FestiveNaked Stuffing
My original plan was to call this post Meaty Balls, mostly because despite my advanced age, I have a childish sense of humour that finds joy in wines called bastardo. But wiser counsel has prevailed as I don’t particularly want internet searches for this recipe to take folk down rabbit holes best not explored. Naked […]
Read More Naked StuffingSummer Surplus
Hungary remains an agrarian country, less so than 30 plus years ago when it was still behind the Iron Curtain and thereby needed to be a self sufficient as possible, but the growing of food, both domestically and large scale continues. Not for Hungarians the manicured lawns and rose gardens, land is used for food […]
Read More Summer SurplusPogácsa – party on
When I was a little girl, my parents were social animals. I grew up in the 70s, when the middle classes discovered dinner parties and cocktails. Barely a week went by without my mother spritzing herself in Blue Grass perfume and my father tackling his 5 o’clock shadow before adding the Aramis, whilst I lay […]
Read More Pogácsa – party onSpring Sprinkling
I was inspired to think about this after watching Olia Hercules and Alissa Timoshkina being interviewed by Caroline Eden as part of a #cookforUkraine event at the British Library. A question from the audience prompted reminiscing about life under Soviet rule, and the banning of religious holidays. During the communist rule (1949 to 1989), the […]
Read More Spring SprinklingSeduction By Stove
“The fire of love’s altar might die down, but the seduction of the stove is eternal. Every plate is the declaration of love, or its opposite: a quiet divorce.” – a fantastic quote from 19th C Hungarian romantic novelist Mór Jókai. Much admired by Queen Victoria, who was also someone who both loved and ate […]
Read More Seduction By Stove
Finom - the food of Hungary 