I didn't buy it the first time around, choosing a historical fiction novel set in Renaissance Florence instead. Though when night rollled around, I couldn't stop thinking about the faded technicolor photographs; the sweet smell that only old book pages can exude. So in the next few days I obsessed over returning to the Book Shed, (which kept strange hours, naturally) yet finally leaving with my cookbook a mere two days later.
The cookbook is a gem, in perfect shape yet still retaining the qualities of an "old" book. After reading an entire history of Hungarian cooking (which is fascinating by the way, including Gundel, gulyas and paprika) I decided on bacon-dumplings for Sunday dinner. This is actually under the "Austrian Provence" section, yet it sounded too decadent to pass up. The book also provides a lot of information on the former Yugoslavia, Czechoslovakia and other Communist gems.
Here are some picture I took of the beautiful Hungarian photographs.
The cover, showing some beautiful pastries:
The opening "Hungarian chapter":
Csardas cooking:
Edit:
We have been trying to teach my 7 year old neice a touch of Hungarian. She is just learning to write in English and decided to write on my arm this afternoon:
Gotta love the adorable misspelling: "egen"
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