Pastry M.B.A.H.

I personally do not like overly sweet anything, except maybe jelly beans. I like to think of pastry as a meal that’s a little on the sweet side, easy for breakfast or brunch/lunch.
This brings me today, to three basic directions in my Pastry M.B.A.H.
(Pastry made by a Hungarian)

scrambled eggs in zsir

Kereszt Anyu is standing at the stove in her flowered apron, stirring an old ceramic bowl full of eggs with a fork. She picks up the old worn, wooden spoon, sticks it into a can, and with a quick twist, it’s heaping with pale tan, rendered pork lard. The lard is soft and beginning to…

homebound from the bakery

Walking uphill is worse than down, carrying a big package makes it much, much worse, leaning forward to move up the steep incline… well, it was just too much. I picked a bit from the very corner of the loaf. It was one of those normal squarish sandwich white loaves with crust brown corners. It was a long hard climb, and I was getting hungry and that little bit didn’t help much, so I tore off some more, keeping the hole small.

Homecoming

After the iron curtain was lifted, and travel was allowed, my parents took me back to Hungary. They wanted to reunite me with my family, and with my birthplace, before too much time had elapsed.
As the airplane neared the ground, I saw the red tiled village rooftops, so many blocks of planted fruits and vegetables, white spots of geese, sunflower fields, paprika fields, so many patches of beautiful colors. A mad quilt of many shades and hues.

dinnerware obsession

I suffer from this curious malady. It’s an obsession of sorts. I love dishes, plates, table settings, basically anything made to serve food and beverages, or that which goes onto a table to make it beautiful. I don’t know why this is. All I know, is that when I got engaged, the chore of choosing china and daily service was the only part of the pre-wedding rituals I liked and felt mattered.

Let me set the table. Putting the plates on the table for dinner was one of my jobs, almost on a daily basis, so also, was drying the dishes after my mother washed them, handing them to me to wipe off.

Simple Vegetable Soup “egyszerű zöldségleves”

This is a basic soup my family has made for decades. It’s very paprika forward. Very Hungarian.
It’s simple, nutritious and deceptively full of flavor, in spite of the few humble ingredients.
The key is to add each element at the right time and in the right way. If not, you’ll have a very insipid or bitter soup.
This base vegetable soup lends itself to many variations, all completely delicious.

Laci! Gyere ide! (Laci! Come here!)

The bakery wasn’t that far away, just all the way down the hill and only a quarter of the way through town. I was quite mature now, (almost 6) so I was sent to fetch our loaf of bread. With this loaf of bread, my mother made my father’s work sandwiches, and when it got…

For an orange

My father’s family lived in a small village southeast of the city, an area known primarily for paprika growing. It’s where I began also, until my birth which took us to Budapest for the big event, then back to Szabadszallas. During the Hungarian uprising after World War two, my father made the decision to leave…

LECSÓ

First I smell the bacon slowly frying with half rounds of sliced onion, pale yellow, almost white Hungarian peppers, and rich red tomato from the garden. When the meat was just cooked, the onions and peppers just wilted, he slipped the half rounds of tomato and cracked a few fresh eggs on top, making little spaces where the egg whites would run and cook evenly. When it was cooked, he served it with a thick slice of toast and warm tea with lemon in it.

“Nokedli”

Hungarian egg pasta dumplings. Handmade, cut from loose batter into boiling water. Simple ingredients: Flour, eggs, salt. That’s it. But like any pasta, it takes elbow grease, time and a desire to make and clean up a huge mess.

Kissing Bread

So today, I’m experimenting with some shapes to bake in a flat pan. Some did join together, but I cut kisses into all of them for fun. So if you make the minestrone on this horrible rainy windy day, I’ve made the kissy bread.

Farmstand Tour

For this season I found the cutest jute bags for gift giving. I love their practicality and good looks.
They’re a natural material, easy to re-use or regift, no environmental waste from wrapping paper or shredded plastic. We have many styles and sizes to make any gift custom and cute, plus decorations and add-ons!

Dumplings and Jam

Never before has my papaya jam been this rich in flavor and color. It’s just so beautiful. During the process of making the golden dumplings the other day, I thought to myself, I wish I had just plain sweet dough to eat with this superb jam. So today I’m making it!

Marmalade

I began exploring and uncovered these beautiful posts on marmalade.

Beaver Dam Pepper

I feel a kinship to a Hungarian Pepper that survived and flourished into a “naturalized American” much like myself.   When you take a bite, you get the other flavors first, and then the heat kicks in,