My kids will tell you that I'm a pretty good cook -- pretty much because we really haven't been to many fancy-schmancy restaurants...as a family...like, as in all together...sitting at the same table...at the same time. So, they just don't know any better...YET! Until their grandmother got them hooked on cooking shows. Okay, I lied. "Hi, my name is Liz and I am hooked on cooking shows." I grew up watching masters like Julia Child (gosh, but I miss her!) and The Galloping Gourmet (what a whack-job HE was, eh?) and even today pretend I have my very own cooking... Read more →

This is what Hungarian Gulyas (a.k.a. Gulash, Goulash) is supposed to look like (for real!) You may or may not know that my twin brother Steve and I are first generation born Americans. Yep, we grew up in the kitchen, breathing in the delicious aromas of my mother's and grandmother's Hungarian cooking. Feel free to trust me when I tell you that there is absolutely NOTHING better than a big old steaming bowl of happiness, served up with some crusty bread, on a cold, wet, gloomy, or slightly sad sort of day. Hungarian comfort food, baby! You know that reddish-brown-gravy-laden... Read more →