Csiga

My newest roll is chocolate. “Kakaós Csiga” in Hungarian (Chocolate Snail) Chocolate snail pastry made with bitter cocoa, butter and sugar, is everywhere in Hungary, in other countries as well actually. In Germany its called schnecken! Maybe that’s why Ken likes it. Schielka/Schnecken, it’s a stretch but his ancestry is a Polish/German mix. Legend has…

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…

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.

Hungarian White Bread

A tökéletes fehérkenyér / The perfect white bread How miraculously I managed to make perfect white bread after translating impossible HUngarian For the Sponge1 1/8 cup water1 3/4 cup bread flour4 tsp dry yeast1 tbs cooking oil (wesson light flavorless) Mixed the sponge in small bowl, and covered with plastic. It rose faster than I…

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…