Kluskies Our Way: A Taste of Comfort, Reimagined There’s a particular comfort that washes over me when I think about food that feels deeply personal, even if its origins are a little hazy. Kluskies, for me, are exactly that. While many might associate traditional Polish kluskies with the earthy heartiness of potatoes, the version that … Read more
Walleye Hungarian Style (Süllöszelet Magyarosan): A Taste of Transylvanian Sunlight The aroma of sweet paprika, simmering tomatoes, and the delicate scent of fresh fish—these are the sensory markers that transport me back to my grandmother’s kitchen in the heart of Transylvania. My earliest memories of Süllöszelet Magyarosan are not just about the food itself, but … Read more
Walnut Tart Hungarian Style: A Taste of Old World Charm My earliest memories of this Walnut Tart are tied to the fragrant warmth of my grandmother’s kitchen, a place where spices mingled with the aroma of simmering fruit and baking dough. It was a small, bustling space, filled with the comforting hum of conversation and … Read more
Kaposztás Gomboc: A Hug of Hungarian Comfort The first time I encountered Kaposztás Gomboc, it wasn’t in a bustling Hungarian market or a Michelin-starred restaurant, but in my grandmother’s small, sun-drenched kitchen. The air was thick with the comforting aroma of simmering cabbage and something faintly sweet, a scent that still transports me back to … Read more
Rakott Karfiol (Layered Cauliflower) There are certain dishes that whisper stories of comfort, of kitchens filled with the aroma of simmering goodness, and of hands that have lovingly prepared them for generations. Rakott Karfiol, or Layered Cauliflower, is one such dish for me. I recall my grandmother meticulously breaking down a fresh head of cauliflower, … Read more
Kreplach: A Taste of My Hungarian Roots There are certain dishes that transcend mere sustenance; they are edible heirlooms, each bite carrying the whispers of generations past. For me, Kreplach is one such treasure. I can vividly recall my Hungarian grandmother, Nana Ilona, her hands dusted with flour, expertly folding dough into those familiar, plump … Read more