Stories and recipes from my Hungarian family and the history of food in Hungary
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 onI 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 SprinklingMy Hungarian grandfather or nagypapa was a bread head. He loved carbs and would, as the family saying went, eat bread with bread. No meal was complete without bread to mop sauces, dip in soups, or even form the main meal spread with dripping and paprika, and topped with sliced onion. It’s a love I […]
Read More Bread with breadI’ve mentioned previously the long trek from Liverpool to Hungary undertaken every summer by my family and I. Three to four days in a non air conditioned car, fighting with my sisters, shouting at my father to NOT overtake on a blind bend as we drove through various mountain passes, waving at other GB stickered […]
Read More Longing for Lángos
Finom - the food of Hungary 