Sunday lunches at grandma's

Sour cherry pies, cottage cheese palacsinta, and loud debates.

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My childhood memories come in two kinds. On one side, my parents' fights, which thankfully ended once they realized they just didn't fit.

On the loving side, my grandpa and especially my grandma, my angel until she passed away during COVID. I'll never forget the Sunday lunches and the debates around the table: grandpa, me, my brother and sometimes my father, while grandma made sour cherry pies and palacsinta, Hungarian crepes filled with cottage cheese. No Michelin-star chef can beat those flavors. They're engraved in my taste buds and my heart forever. Grandma was one of my biggest fans.

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Grandma and me sitting close together on a city bus — Grandma and me on the bus.

Grandma in glasses laughing, holding two baby boys on her lap — Grandma, all smiles.

Grandma smiling between two of us, with a bouquet of pink flowers on the table — Grandma in the middle, where she belongs.

Grandma at a table with a vase of flowers, looking through a photo album — Grandma and her photo album.

Grandma with family around a lunch table — Lunch at grandma's table.

Grandma and me in a hug, taking a selfie in her hallway — A big hug for grandma.

Sunday lunches at grandma's

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