Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Hamnoodlepeppa....

No doubt about it.... that man o mine has a couple of "issues".

Clothes and food are right up there at the top o the heap...

Saturday I made the flippant decision to make Goulash for dinner.

Goulash is a one pan dish of deliciousness....

I've been actively searching for years for a recipe similar to my grandmother's and I think I may have found one.

An old Better Homes and Garden's cookbook published in 1963 held a diddy that looked similar to the Goulash I remembered from my youth.

There were a few changes I made as I prepared this 1963 delicacy.... the recipe called for about 3 tablespoons ( yes TABLESPOONS) of salt....

Salt, celery salt, more salt, salted beef broth, and tomato juice (which is of course, sodium packed)..

As a recovering salt-a-halic the hefty amount of salt in this recipe had me salivating... yet my wish to stay alive was more powerful and I forced myself to cut the cheese salt.

Even with my light handed salting it was starting to look like a real pot of Goulash...

And then the recipe called for a cup of sour cream.

Hmmm. sour cream.

I didn't recall sour cream in my grandmother's recipe.

I added it and was not much liking the muted red color it produced...

or the probability that that hue would cause a Spanish Inquisition type of questioning from the man o the house.

S.u.r.e as s.h.it...

"Taste this" I said carrying a big bite on a spoon over to Daddio.

"Whoa...wait a minute!!!" his hand coming up sideways to karate chop the spoon from my hand,

"What the hell is it?" he asked

"What's in it?"

"Why is it that weird color?"

"Why do you always make us eat crazy like this...?"

Arrgh...

"Why is it this sick looking orange color?"...

"I don't really like to eat stuff that color"...

So I do what any good mother wife does and I lie about the food...

I blame the tomato juice for the sickly orange color.

And like any good kid husband he buys it.

"What is this stuff called?" he later asked as he loaded his pie hole.

"Goulash" I answered.

"I won't eat anything called that" my boy darling said,

"Gooooo-uuuuuuuu-lash sounds as orange and sick(ly) as it looks"...

And in spite of that comment and the offensive name he ate and he ate and he ate and he ate....

He smacked his lips and wiped his chops and then... dum dum dum dum (and poo poo peee do)

The K.i.n.g made a decision which led to a DECLARATION... So let it be written! So let it be done and Goooooooo-lash was now from this day forward to be known as hamnoodlepeppa...

Which sounds much more ummm....

yeah.

Don't be a hater, this chow is good.. as... hell !!

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