Summer Gold
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7M ago
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
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Magyar Shortbread
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1y ago
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
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Offally Good
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1y ago
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
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Afternoon delight
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1y ago
Cake. It’s a marvellous thing. Cheers and consoles in equal measure. Cake has a central role in Hungarian cuisine.  Cafes abound in every town, serving sumptious patisserie, to be eaten with delicate precision by older ladies dressed in the purples, greys and blacks of their widowhood. No visit back to Hungary during my childhood was ..read more
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Rakött – the Art of the Bake part 2
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1y ago
It is absolute brass monkeys here in Liverpool today. Proper snow and ice on the ground of the type that my Hungarian relatives deal with each winter. Except for them it lasts for months, not two days. Hungarian weather is not dissimilar to Tuscany. Long hot summers, perfect for ripening grapes and soft fruits, and ..read more
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Bread with bread
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1y ago
My 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
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Palacsinta, Pancake perfection
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1y ago
I do love a bit of alliteration but I am being slightly disingenuous in translating palacsinta as pancake, as it’s much closer to a crepe. Having said that, it is also similar to the British style of thin pancake rather than the thicker American version. Whatever you compare it to, the palacsinta is a thing ..read more
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Seduction By Stove
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1y ago
“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
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Spring Sprinkling
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1y ago
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
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Pogácsa – party on
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1y ago
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
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