So...
Husband spent 20 days in Hungary earlier this year. This means he missed my birthday! Not that I had a big party or something like this. But he wasn't here when I turned 26! This was enough for him to have to pay. And by payment I mean presents!!!
He was great in that matter! He bought me earrings, a necklace, a shirt and.... TA-DA!
A Hungarian Cook book! Do I really need to say it was my favorite? Didn't think so.
Between getting the book and now, so many things happened! We started looking for an apartment, we found it, we rented, started making all that little things like painting, installing a new shower... And all those little annoying details that are needed to make a house livable. There goes almost a month living in the house and eating things that could be put together really fast.
So, to celebrate the house being (almost) ready. I decided to break in the hungarian book and figure out something to cook. It was friday night, so the choice was going for something fun, something weekendy!
I remember Husband going on and on about a street food they had over there: Lángos.
Husband spent 20 days in Hungary earlier this year. This means he missed my birthday! Not that I had a big party or something like this. But he wasn't here when I turned 26! This was enough for him to have to pay. And by payment I mean presents!!!
He was great in that matter! He bought me earrings, a necklace, a shirt and.... TA-DA!
Fig 1: The gift
A Hungarian Cook book! Do I really need to say it was my favorite? Didn't think so.
Between getting the book and now, so many things happened! We started looking for an apartment, we found it, we rented, started making all that little things like painting, installing a new shower... And all those little annoying details that are needed to make a house livable. There goes almost a month living in the house and eating things that could be put together really fast.
So, to celebrate the house being (almost) ready. I decided to break in the hungarian book and figure out something to cook. It was friday night, so the choice was going for something fun, something weekendy!
I remember Husband going on and on about a street food they had over there: Lángos.