Some friends had us over for dinner on Sunday, and treated us to a homemade Hungarian meal. We had some cured meat; vegetables, bread, and paprika paste (the last was salty and delicious); two kinds of sausage, and chicken paprikash. This may have inspired some comedic dialogue in When Harry Met Sally, but in real life it is just plain good.
The best part–and, I’m told, the real point of Hungarian meals–was the company. It’s always a treat to share a meal with friends, and this proved the point. But when you get to combine that with good food, you have an evening that’s hard to top.