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The recipe said sear the beef, fry the onions, add flour, paprika and gently stir in the stock. Then all it needs is time for the spirit of the Magyars to perform its spooky magic. Imagine my surprise while adding the very final ingredient, the yogurt, when there was a sharp rap at the door which I opened to reveal a large, handsome, moustachioed man.

“Hol vacsorára?” he boomed.

Something told me he wanted a bite to eat so being a welcoming sort of person I invited him in for lunch. At least that’s what I told my husband later.

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    Olga Klezovitch about 5 years ago

    It sounds like the husband did not like this guy...

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