"Ei Vant to Eat your Paprikash!" October brings the true beginning of the flavors of the fall. The popular culture heads towards Halloween with ridiculous use of pumpkin as a flavor in everything and anything. But for German-Hungarians, we crave a fall flavor more savory, warming, and spiced in a much more peppy way.
Werner Fricker Jr. tells the tale of our favorite Hungarian Smoked sausage. Is this story the definitive end of that tale? Who knows, after all everything has an end but the wurst has two.
If you have attended a Gaufest in the good old U. S. of A. I want you to think about what you think of as a Gaufest when you think of one. Maybe it’s the last one you went to (This year in Atlantic City for me). Maybe it’s the first one you went to … Continue reading Where’s the Gaufest Liverwurst?, by Michael Fricker
In part IV, we discussed the various buildings that our club has called home and the names we gave them. Now this month we will finally tell the story of how our club went from the Banater Männerchor to the United German Hungarians of Philadelphia and Vicinity.
A club is not a building. It is not a field or a stadium. It is not a bar, a dance floor or a grove. A club is a social gathering of people around common feelings, ideas or goals. You, the members are and always were the club. Naturally, a club needs a gathering place and we have had a variety that we have given numerous names.
In Part II, we expanded the definition of German-Hungarians as an ethnic group. With an eloquent passage from Rudy Rack we described the feeling of community these people gathered around in America. Then in 1922, our athletic club formed and in 1930, it took on the familiar name.
Last week we discussed the Banat, the region that was once the home of our founders and many of our members. We ended on a note that after its founding in 1910, the Banater Männerchor became a rendezvous for all German-Hungarians in Philadelphia.
This essay, originally printed in parts in 2014 in the "Monthly Progress," will take you on a journey to find out the true meaning of who we are and why our names are important.
You might just say we can't get enough of the stuff. I used to say, “Paprika makes everything better.” It was mostly tongue in cheek but when I really contemplate the idea there isn’t much, I can think of that it would not improve.
One of my favorite meals is a traditional Hungarian goulash. There is nothing better than eating this delicious meal on a cold winter day.