I spent my childhood in Mariakemend in South Hungary until I was nine years old. I can still remember many customs and habits from back then, for example how my mother used to bake bread. The Hungarians eat a lot of bread. In our time there was only white bread. Today however a lot of whole- grain bread is baked as well, mainly for the younger generation. Bread is passed with every meal in Hung [...]
10.05.2016
Fragrances and tastes of my childhood
The favourite fragrance of my childhood is the fragrance of bread. As a little girl, I loved to go to the shop to buy some fresh bread, but on my way home, somehow, the crusty heel of bread would misteriously dissappear… And we can say the same for those soft and tasty milk rolls…
25.03.2016
Bread in the past, bread today - If you drop a piece of bread, pick it up and give it a kiss
In the first decades of the 20th century there were probably more families who did not have enough bread than there were those who could eat it each single day. Bread was also a symbol of family’s social status. Today we can taste at least ten or more types of bread, but do all of us afford it? This is a very special story about bread and bakeries that have been here for ages.
05.03.2016
Memories of bread grain harvest, threshing, flour milling and baking bread
In my childhood I lived in ‘Vácrátót’, in a small village. The family was dealing with agriculture as well. The wheat and rye for bread was hand-harvested, and animal-drawn carts transported to the house. When the threshing period started, a tractor towed the thresher to every house to thrash out the grain. It was a great event in the life of the village. Some threshed grain was taken of [...]
17.01.2016
My wonderful breadmaker
Eleonore Zorn writes about her first experience with the the breadmaker. Who would have thought that one day it would be possible to put all the ingredients for bread making into a machine in the evening and the morning afterwards to take a baked bread out of it!
30.12.2015
Turkish bread traditions
This article is the result of a story telling circle of Turkish women and can be read only in the German language.