Hungarian Happiness (Birthday Part 1)
Gery (my Hungarian brother) and Neil slaved away the day before my birthday, hoping to serve me an authentic Hungarian meal that night. Unfortunately (not that unfortunately since we were served a lovely spread of food at Sebastian's cocktail party) the party had to be moved to the next day during lunch, on the day of my actual birthday. The boys invited me over - a happy break from work, I might add- to a meal served with love. I arrived to find that my mom had also come back for lunch, and Gery frying langos, a deep fried flatbread that he was making in the wok. The house smelled amazing (when does fried food not smell amazing?) and Neil was setting the table for my arrival. We had a Joel Gott Sauvignon Blanc along with lunch. The first course was a sour cherry soup, which tasted like melted ice cream. And what's wrong with that?! I asked- much to my chagrin- what went into it and I was told: "Cherries, cream and sugar." My stupidity.
The main course was the langos, served with a garlic and vinegar sauce (Very similar to what is eaten with tostones), sour cream spread on top of that, and shredded cheese. When I explained it to Rohit, he said he sounded like a Mexican meal.
From Wiki: The name comes from láng, the Hungarian word for flame, because traditionally it was baked in the front of the brick oven, close to the flames. It was originally made from bread dough and was served as breakfast on the days when new bread was baked. Now that people no longer have brick ovens and usually do not bake bread at home, lángos is usually fried in oil.
I tried to grab a small one, but Gery was one step ahead of us. There were no small ones. I didn't argue. The contrast of the sweet cherry soup and the salty fried langos was heavenly. And the red velvet cupcakes that Mom had made specifically after I broadly hinted that I wanted them were a lovely ending to the meal. Strangely, the cupcakes weren't as red as normal, and tasted different. It's all psychosomatic.
Boldog szuletesnapot to me!
The main course was the langos, served with a garlic and vinegar sauce (Very similar to what is eaten with tostones), sour cream spread on top of that, and shredded cheese. When I explained it to Rohit, he said he sounded like a Mexican meal.
From Wiki: The name comes from láng, the Hungarian word for flame, because traditionally it was baked in the front of the brick oven, close to the flames. It was originally made from bread dough and was served as breakfast on the days when new bread was baked. Now that people no longer have brick ovens and usually do not bake bread at home, lángos is usually fried in oil.
I tried to grab a small one, but Gery was one step ahead of us. There were no small ones. I didn't argue. The contrast of the sweet cherry soup and the salty fried langos was heavenly. And the red velvet cupcakes that Mom had made specifically after I broadly hinted that I wanted them were a lovely ending to the meal. Strangely, the cupcakes weren't as red as normal, and tasted different. It's all psychosomatic.
Boldog szuletesnapot to me!
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