When you move to Budapest from Spain, there are a lot of things that strike you: the language, the cold, the public transport, the people… But there is an exact moment when you know that you are no longer at home: the moment when you stand in front of a supermarket shelf looking for chorizo… and you realise that everything is in Hungarian, and nothing is like what you know.Eating like a Spaniard in Budapest is not impossible, but it is an art. Between ingredients that don’t exist, others that are similar (but not the same), and prices that make you wonder if you really need Serrano ham, you learn to improvise. And to value much more the aioli from a jar or a simple loaf of crusty bread.This article is an honest and useful guide for those who want to keep a little taste of home without losing their…