I’ve recently returned from a longer trip to the east, namely Pakistan. This is a country of many nations, vibrant culture and crazy adventures. I’ve also grown to enjoy their food. The way they use spices creates a lot of contrast.

Unfortunately, the hygiene and some other circumstances aren’t perfect over there. Death is always near you. They don’t really have standards: as long as something works, they leave it as it is. This is especially interesting when it comes to electricity lines and roads.

They apply this attitude to food and water, too. If you are going there for less than a few months, don’t even bother to try getting used to drinking tap water. Naturally, I’ve suffered from diarrhea for over a month. During that time, I started to miss the simple - and definitely not spicy - food of home. It’s quite interesting how some things never get boring. The taste of home. Sure, there are many exciting flavors, but when you try something that reminds your guts of home, it’s the most wonderful thing ever.

As I left my home in a rush, I picked up a pack of 2nd grade sweet paprika powder. This turned out to be a really wise decision. It gave me a chance to make my stomach feel like home. Back home, I didn’t usually make traditional Hungarian food, so it was my first attempt ever. I made ‘gulyás’ (gujaːʃ) soup. As it was cooking I wasn’t sure if I’ve made it right, but the first spoonful confirmed everything. A wave of relaxation and inner joy filled me as I tasted this simple meat soup. My gut has been successfully fooled, and it shouted “Yeeey, finally at home!”

14 Sep 2026 - Márton