Showing posts with label favourite. Show all posts
Showing posts with label favourite. Show all posts

Christmas eating-marathon

Wednesday, 26 December 2012




In a non-Christian household, Christmas was all about the delicious food that are only available in this season. It is an excuse - as if we needed any - to enjoy our favourite treats  and, as we are in a different country, to try all the local especialities: drink Finnish Glögi with almonds and raisins, joulutartu and sweet buns with Scottish lemon curd, Swedish mud cake, and our very own homemade Turkish lahmacun. 

Proud of his creation!
Timuç’s special version of mud cake, incremented with strawberries and vanilla sauce





About the Freedom Day

Friday, 27 April 2012



On April 27 South Africans celebrate the Freedom Day. The date marks the first post-apartheid elections held in 1994. It is an opportunity to celebrate democracy, equality, justice, human rights.

I think it is also a day to celebrate South Africa’s history and the courage of the ones who stood up for what they believed was unjust, even when that meant sacrificing their own lives. It is a day to celebrate to example of people like Nelson Mandela, and I would like to share of his quotes I find most inspiring:

It always seems impossible until it is done.

An excursion to Ecseri

Sunday, 24 July 2011


It was a friend's suggestion. Curious to understand more about the place she had so promptly elected for a visit during her short stay in Budapest among so many other pearls in the city, I ran to my books. One of them described Ecseri Piac as "one of the biggest flea markets in Central Europe, selling everything from antique jewellery and Soviet Army watches to Fred Astaire-style top hats". Despite not knowing what this hat was all about,  I could only conclude that this would be fun! 

And we had indeed a very good time walking among teddy bears and Nazi artefacts, memories of good and hard times, pieces of gypsy culture or art nouveau style. It is true that I am anyway very easily pleased with whatever that is old. By old I mean something that pre-exists me; in a more fashion, current language, vintage or antique. I find it quite peculiar this feeling of being in the presence of an object that was already around when I came into being. I like to imagine how many  secrets and what sort of  intimacies they have witnessed but would never tell. 

We ate lángos. You might be wondering what is that if you are not one of those familiar with the Hungarian cuisine. Due to its high concentration of grease and the lack of traditional cutlery, I could not register the moment for the posterity. I did not want to decorate my relatively new camera with shiny fingerprints. The fact is that the lángos degustation was a remarkable moment of the day. I was told that it is a summer thing this lángos, but was not explained why; some things one must just accept.

It is not hard to reach Ecseri using public transportation. I did not say it was central, though, so get ready for the trip! Actually, the journey itself can be an unconventional distraction, I enjoyed it very much! Outside the Kőbánya-Kispest metro station (the last stop in the blue line - or first, if you look at the matter from a different perspective!)  the landscape was not the most promising. But we took a tram and it was not long until I felt as if I had been transported to somewhere far from Budapest.

As part of a new policy developed since I left Finland, I did not acquire anything. Do not fool yourself, that was merely the result of pure discipline and auto-control. Instead, I photographed, and later I decided Ecseri deserved its own set on my Flickr.

Practical information: the address is Nagykőrös út 156 and (still according to my book) the market is open from 8-16.00 (Mon-Fri), 6-15.00 (Sat) and 8-13.00 (Sun). A bus stops right at the entrance; to figure out about routes and public transportation in Budapest, I recommend checking Google Maps.


About the little prince and other favourites

Friday, 17 June 2011

The Little Prince is one of my favourite books of all times. You would probably think that this is just ok, there is nothing so amazing in such a statement, and that I could have been a bit more creative at least for the first post of this new blog. This is partly true, the prince is indeed so special that it seems natural that the book is many people's favourite, too.

I have also my favourite quote in the book, which I often think it was made just for me. This may be somewhat pretentious, but isn't it just how it is when we have a favourite song, a poem, a book, a painting? Some artists have this talent of translating into words, shapes, forms things that we feel and not always know how to externalise. My first contact with such pieces is always stupefying, either for giving names for unsaid feelings or thoughts or for, at times, for even shedding light on unnoticed emotions. In any case, relief (and a deep breath!) is what follows!

When talking to the prince, the fox says

If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites. 

and that was one of those times of revelation: how singular to find my anxiety described in such a vivid manner!