A few months ago, I stumbled upon an Hungarian cooking class which largely caters to Americans and other western tourists who “want to see inside a real Hungarian apartment” and visit the main market hall – one of the “must… Read More ›
“Home”
Places we have lived.
In Pursuit of Italian Sausage in Budapest
When you get past family and friends, the part of American life I miss the most is the ability to make nearly any recipe from any international cuisine with all the required ingredients. At home, I can buy everything to… Read More ›
One Month Left in Budapest
One month!? After three and a half years in Central Europe, it’s hard to imagine our time here is nearly over. I look back to that first night in Bratislava; an Italian dinner on the Danube, a restless night at… Read More ›
The Joy of the Unknown
Yesterday evening, just as the sun dipped below the Buda hills, a group gathered in the park below our apartment. A cluster of candles flickered at the base of a statue surrounded by diffuse pinpricks of light as people continued… Read More ›
A Very Hungarian Thanksgiving
Last Thanksgiving I worked and festered and ultimately swore I would never do that again. Hungarian friends wished me a Happy Thanksgiving, but somehow, that just made me feel worse. By mid afternoon, Facebook dispatches started to arrive – a… Read More ›
The World In Between 