Thursday, October 10, 2013

Taste of Hungary-Chicago


I have heard about this festival, but never attended.
I am full blooded Hungarian. Three of my grandparents arrived through Ellis Island. My grandmother Toth,  was born in America. Her parents came from Hungary as well.  I have been doing a family tree on Ancestry.com.  

This is what the man is making in the next picture.


The Taste was in Norridge from noon until 10:00 pm.  When I arrived about 2:00 all the food was being served, and music playing.


It was held at what appeared to be a residential home.  It was actually a church in a house.  They have a building fund to build an actual church. Very interesting.

Chicken Paprikas.
You paid  a $15.00 entry fee, then received 3 tickets, to be used to "buy" your food.  I had the Chicken Paprikas,  Stuffed Cabbage, and Crepes.  They did use paprika a bit more liberal then I do.

The food tents were set up along one part of the yard.  Some of the food was actually being cooked right there, some the  Hungarian church ladies were making in the kitchen of the house, and bringing out to serve.

There was a trio playing Hungarian music.  There were dancers going to perform later on this stage.  Unfortunately, I left before they began.

In the basement of the house is where they held church service.  There was a small display of Hungarian clothing, and reading material.

There was a cooking demonstration.  The ladies make Chicken Paprikas.  I make it pretty much the same as they do.  Just not as much paprika.

They pressed grapes. The kids were having fun drinking the juice right from the press.

I can't remember what they were called. I do know they take a long time to make.  It is a dough that is rolled on to these spits, then baked over coals. My sister and I had tasted them when we were in Hungary.

This man is making goulash.

There was all sorts of Hungarian literature. Naturally I picked up some.  My sister and I did go to Hungary in 2008.  We have been talking about going back.

This man had something made of peas, and then you put a friend egg on top.  They said the kids really like it.

Hungarian Goulash.

I am sorry I did not get to watch the dancers, but there is always next year.
I really enjoyed myself, even though I did not always understand what everyone was talking about.
I do not speak Hungarian. but you can still figure out what is being said.

Have a great day.

Mary

4 comments:

Jeanie said...

How wonderful to celebrate your heritage so close to home!

Anonymous said...

I think you may want to learn a little of your language before you go back. Glad you had a fun day.

jemfl said...

What fun-Hungarian FOOD!I had Hungarian Gparents from Ellis Island Hegyi and Damari-they changed the spelling of names to what they sound like in English.
Have you made potato dumplings? or
cabbage w noodles?

joe tulips said...

The goulash I grew up eating is probably not even close to the "real" stuff!