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Castle on a Hill

The slow mornings continued to prevail, this time eventually making our way to Székesfehérvár – a city in Hungary that used to be its capital in the middle ages. After taking a Hogwarts-style train to the city, we walked through empty, serene roads lined with fruit trees to try and find sustenance – we sneakily picked off some ripe, tantalisingly orange apricots and ate the fresh flesh to temporarily fix our hunger. At long last, we finally settled on bEAT restaurant – fine dining in the city without a hefty cost. To start, an amazing Hungarian meat and cheese platter served with slices of soft sourdough baguette. For mains, Hungarian ratatouille; slices of tomato, pepper, onion and more, in a rich tomato-y sauce, mixed with eggs and with two slim sausages atop. To finish we had the ultimate cheesecake, with a nutty, slightly green tinted biscuit bottom, flower petals and a lip-staining blueberry sauce. Bellies heaving, we bumbled back onto a bus and made our way to Bory castle – a small castle built by …

Sourdough Satisfaction & Sourdough Sorrow

This Summer I’ve vowed to myself to try to make the perfect sourdough loaf. Having once attempted and seriously failed, this new resolution was to turn things around – freshly baked bread is one of the pinnacles of a successful baker’s repertoire. But during my learning process I have learned a few things… 1) You might get sick of bread Kneading for 10-20 minutes a day takes its toll on you; constantly checking on your bread and how it’s doing and how it’s rising punctuates your 24 hours; sampling each loaf, failed or successful, can burden your palette until you almost can’t take the taste anymore. Alright, I exaggerate, but I am prone to getting sick of certain foods extremely fast. 2) You might get sick of cooking Perfect timing is key to bread baking. A little too much rising and your bread is dead; too little rising and bread’s crumb is far too tight, and you might end up with a brick-style loaf (although over-rising can do this too). Too long in the oven …

Paleta Festa

Paletas Mexicanas strikes again, but with less gusto than that of the one I devoured in Recife; I have now commenced my search for the best Ninho Trufado lolly. A creamy condensed milk outer with chocolatey fudge inner. Just down the road from my airbnb was an array of organic markets, papelerias (stationery stores), bakeries and a Paletas Mexicanas store. Although not quite the standard of the Recife lolly, it served as a good brunch-time snack en route to Praia do Flamengo – another beautiful beach on the coast of Rio: super quiet, bright white sand and clear cool water. For lunch we took a trip to Senador Camará, a neighbourhood an hours train ride away from the centre of the capital, but still in Rio – it’s a seriously big place. A poor community in the middle of the mountains, Senador Camará is where some family of my Pedro (my man) lives. So clearly we had to take a trip to meet the family, experience local non-tourist life and of course traditional food; to …