"A Summer Stew" This dish takes me back into a part of my history that feels almost dreamlike. It takes me to the tiny kitchen of an artists house in Tatabanya (a small city built around a mine, about an hour away from Budapest). I had gone with my friend Tibi to meet his father, look at some art and accept some hospitality (my friends mother was also in the house but she was asleep on the sofa after having worked in the hospital for more than eighteen hours) I remember the small kitchen, not being allowed to cut the tomatoes or peppers, the smell of the paprika and caraway. I remember Tibi's dad shouting at the excess of liquid in the pot then laughing at me trying to figure out what was wrong (we didn't share a language). It was the kind of good natured chaos that made me feel at home. Ingredients Hungarian wax peppers (not the red ones, not the green ones, if you cant get the pale ones don't bother making this it will be too sweet and cloying I've ...