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I knew what I wanted to do for Hungary before I ever got there. Goulash. I remember loving it when my grade school served that for hot lunch (although, in retrospect, it was probably "American Goulash.") My in-laws mentioned it when they visited Hungary. The World Factbook even calls their liberalizing their economy "Goulash Communism." There really was no choice here.
Best yet, my in-laws brought some paprika back from Hungary for me, so when the recipe called for Hungarian paprika I could definitively check it off the list.
|And in Hungarian!|
It said, however, that it wanted the meat to turn white. I'm not sure what was up with that. Mine didn't. It was brown. Like beef normally does.
I did not make the csipetke noodles (they were optional anyway) but did homemade bread in the bread maker instead.
To give you an idea of how long ago this was, we ate outside.
I'm sure goulash in Hungary is delicious. Anyone that wants to fund my research on this supposition, I am all ears.
Next time: Iceland