Anu, It’s the same food I grew up with too. You made it for us. But you make it better! You just miss our good Hungarian food. Ah, fehér bab (white beans) , my faader favorite. He liked it with smoked meat in it. My grandmother made it for him.At dinner he would dish out…
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Just one little bowl from your pot.
“You catch more flies with honey than vinegar”–My Mother Oh, Andikam, I am so happy! You really coming? But you are so busy, you don’t have time for me…You must not leave your busy life to take care of dis old voman. But it vould be so vonderful to see you… oh, I can’t believe…
Spenót árpa leves. Spinach barley soup
This spinach soup is not as green or metallic as you might think. It’s super comforting in fact. It’s one of my first choices for my Monday Menu for Mom. I need to be visiting her weekly from now on as she is aging and needs more assistance. She can’t cook for herself anymore, so…
Meals for my 94 year old Mother. AKA Nana
She is 94 years old in 2025. Will be 95 at the end of the year.She was and is a lot of things. Primarily, willful, stubborn, manipulative and can be very charming when she is conspiring something. She is Hungarian. She is my Mother. Just the two of us left of our small refugee family…
Lentil Soup
Lentils are a great simple protein meal and easy to make. Lentil soup was one of my Mothers favorites. “Lencse leves”, she called it. It’s a basic traditional recipe. The Hungarian twist of added paprika and roux to thicken the broth. It’s a little richer than the basic version. Some of my creations in working…
Pasta Faglioli Soup
My take on Pasta Fagioli soup. There are as many versions as there are cooks. My Hungarian cooking is extremely similar to northern Italian cooking, so it’s not much of a stretch. I had already worked out the recipe in my head, then cross referenced Lidia and Marcella just to be sure I hadn’t missed…
The Best Chicken Soup: A Culinary Memory
My mother made the best chicken soup. It was a very special meal, a rare occurrence, because we had to catch, kill, scald, defeather, and burn the fuzz off that unlucky bird before it even made it into the kitchen. We were a family of four, and that pot of soup was a feast. After…
Palacsinta
The ones my mother made were almost always perfect. Mine however were not, I had a long learning curve, but later on I intentionally made mistakes. The imperfect ones were for “testing”. When I saw the kids waiting in anticipation, I made a wonky one so they could get one right away, I just had to hold it in the air to cool it for a minute not to burn their hands. It was my way of keeping the anticipatory magic alive for me.
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