This book is a journey to Transylvania, a journey of remembrance to the "distant city of childhood," as Dagmar Dusil writes. It leads back to a sense of security that the author experienced as a girl and which seemed everlasting to her at that time. It is the story of a little girl who presses her nose against the kitchen window to watch her mother and grandmother mysteriously conjuring up dishes. In Dagmar Dusil's memories of her homeland and the kitchen with its unique dishes, nostalgia and humor, reflection and amusement are perfectly balanced, wonderfully complemented by traditional family recipes and old views from Transylvania. A story about transience and the continuity of traditions, about the taste of home, about life, love, and death, about naivety and the sometimes painful.