Stories and recipes from my Hungarian family and the history of food in Hungary
“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 StoveI love cherries. I eat them like sweeties, in greedy handfuls. Spitting out the stones inelegantly, and occasionally tallying them up old school – tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief. Usually thief. I like to think that means a thief of hearts rather than an actual robber but who knows? […]
Read More Cherry loveI was wittering on Twitter the other day about how right Proust was about his madeleines and how the taste, scent or sight of food can trigger memory. Being a somewhat greedy person, there are rather more of these sensory triggers in my life than just a simple cake. One of them is sorrel. A […]
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Finom - the food of Hungary 