When I was younger I lived in Hungary for a couple of years. And I had a boyfriend, who taught I'll better move in with him when I had give back my apartment. Well, what you don't know is that he was still living with his parents. If you thought it was scary,think of the the poor people,his parents,who had no idea of his plans. We moved my stuff late at night and they woke up to a lovely surprise:ME! The first couple of weeks were kind of weird,but once they got to know my lovely character and even my greater modesty we got along just fine. His mom was the best,we keep in touch even now,and she taught me how to cook. She used to be a chef in a hotel, so I had a lot to learn from her. Even though she used to be a chef, I was the one who taught her how to turn the crepes! I think we became friends in the kitchen. Of course, in the beginning she was watching me so suspicious but when we parted she told me if I was to marry her son (didn't happen) she would always be on my side in a quarrel. This is her soup and even though I don't know the quantities I'll try to reproduce it. She was using organic chickens or hens and her soup had a beautiful yellow color. What's different about it ,it's not the soup but mostly the way it's served.Times and serving are approximate. It takes longer to boil a hen. It's mostly a Sunday or holiday soup,when the family gets together. Finally, I got my first recipe with a story behind. More to come,stay tuned!