Remember our trip to Budapest in the beginning of December? You don’t?! Then head over to my entry about it. Although I was in a particularly cranky mood and the lack of service got on my nerves like never before, we had some amazing food there! For our first lunch we ordered two big portions of goulash and they came with freshly baked langos. They were so good I promised myself to repeat the deed at home.
How y’all doing? Nothing much here- dentist and doctor’s appointments, baking cookies and agonizing about my raging hormones and all their side effects. 😉 Sam is with us until the 25th and we’ve been walking and walking, he’s been enjoying himself and I’ve been pretending I did, too, for his sake. Meanwhile I’ve been longing for warmer places, both while day dreaming and in my sleep. 😉
This must be the easiest recipe EVER! And for my part, it´s also the best! ❤ (mostly because I can actually make it, instead of just dreaming about it)
Yesterday I forgot my wallet and I came home starving, feeling like Oliver Twist- all that abundance in the coffee shops and no money to buy anything! haha! Continue reading
Ever since I moved away from the city centre, most weekends have been about walking Sammy, visiting friends or having people over for coffee. Thinking back I’ve probably stayed in more often than not- taking in the view, doing yoga and baking cake. And since there was no Sam to walk yesterday and we’d both been quite busy lately, I invited F out for lunch, like in the good old days. 😉
If you’re anything like me lately- too busy for your own good, nurturing a bad cold and quite exhausted, to tell you the truth, then you’re in for a treat! These babies only take half an hour to make and they’ll fill your belly in the most indulging way! 😉 Continue reading
These days I’m trying to find back to my roots, without spending a whole day in the kitchen. I love cooking (and eating), but I prefer something new every day, so making a ginormous pot of cabbage rolls that I have to strive eating for an entire week is probably never going to happen in my kitchen. Unless I get my parents over for Christmas, that is. Continue reading