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Instead of doing this goulash atop the stove, pop it into a preheated 275 degree oven, and start checking the progress at 1 1/2 hours. It is an easier method, and I think it develops the flavor very nicely. Also use sweet paprika that isn't ten years old.
If you like Hungarian food,
They have a goulash which is very good.
Or if you wish a dish that's Chinese,
Somewhere down in Column B there's lobster Cantonese.
Enchiladas, that's what people eat in Mexico.
Shish kebab is skewered, in Armenia you know.
Then there's blubber, the favorite of the frigid Eskimo.
Such delicious dishes, no matter where you go.
Chicken cacciatore is Italian.
Kangaroo souffle must be Australian.
Mutton chops are definitely British.
Chicken soup undoubtedly is Yiddish.
Pumpernickel comes from Lithuania.
Hassenpfeffer comes from Pennsylvania.
Wiener schnitzel's Austrian or German.
Kindly pass the sauerbraten, Herman.
Borscht is what they're eating in the Soviet.
Wait, I think we've got some on the stove yet.
See the Mau Maus underneath the jungle sky.
Jolly Mau Maus, eating missionary pie.
Frenchmen eat a lot of bouillabaisse there.
Dutchmen eat a sauce called Hollandaise there.
Smorgasbord in Swedish is the winner.
In America it's tv dinner.
So there you have one food from each land.
Each one delicious, each one simply grand.
Mix them all up, in one big mish mash.
And what have you got? Hungarian goulash.
My hometown had a lot of people of Hungarian origin. One classmate's first language was Hungarian- didn't start English until he was 4.
I just got back from visiting family in Czechio and Hungary.
Great Gulyas in both places, but the best I have ever had in my life, bar none, was at the Staroměstska Restaurant in the old town square in Prague. #2 was Klassz Cafe in Budapest.