This Thanksgiving we had a rather unconventional meal of gulash. Tibor’s family came over this weekend and, while the turkey defrosted its little plucked heels in our bathroom sink, Tibor’s mom cooked. My MiL excels in dishes featuring meat and paprika so gulash particularly suits her talents. Tibor often emits a wistful sigh when describing the wonders of the Hungarian kitchen, making me feel guilty enough to try my hand at one or two recipes. The MiL’s gulash (pronounced goo-yash) is by far my favorite and worth trying to make yourself.
I am writing this post as a means of putting off the loathsome task of packing. I leave tomorrow at 5:30 AM for Kharkiv, Ukraine. (Need I say the trip is for business, not pleasure?) When I have more time I’ll add the recipe. Here are some photos for now:
And just to prove that I really did cook a complete Thanksgiving meal (granted, on Friday, and without three of mom’s traditional dishes), here are the photos:
Tibor wearing his finest…
The marshmallows were the biggest hit. They were mystified by the celery in the Waldorf salad. I entertained them all evening describing strange American specialities like Ants on a Log and S’mores.
Do pobachennya!
