My former partner's mother was Slovak, his father was Hungarian. My southern
and midwestern background was terifically expanded by many sessions in their
kitchen, as they were both excellent cooks.

Tonight we had Szekely Gulyas y Nokedli (Hungarian Veal Goulash with
Dumplings), Kapros Zoldbabfozeleka (Hungarian Green Beans), and Uborka Saláta
(Hungarian Cucumber Salad). Haven't made such a meal in a very long time.
It's sort of my ethnic comfort food.

I bought a cheese strudel for dessert.

--
Wayne Boatwright *¿*
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And if we enter a room full of manure, may we believe in the pony.