As well as the
little wooden puli dog that I ADORE, one of the things I brought back with me
from Hungary was a few packets of smoked cheese called Karavan. Reka’s mum, on
our arrival at the flat had laid out a magnificent spread of meats, cheeses and
salads but the clear favourite was a pyramid of cheesy puffs. We went wild for
them and crammed them in pretty much every minute we were awake until sadly, we
scoffed them all.
