Hungarian
Goulash – serves 4
(a Gigi Sedlmayer favorite)
800g Beef shin (cut into chunky cubes, seasoned with a little salt and pepper)
600g White Onions (sliced into rings)
1 pc Red Pepper (cut into small cubes)
3 pcs Tomatoes (cut into large cubes)
3 Tbsp. oil
1 Tbsp. Paprika
1 clove garlic (chopped finely)
1 tsp. Marjoram
1/4 tsp. Cumin seeds
2 Tbsp. Tomato Paste
1 Tbsp. Flour
1 litre Beef broth (from cubes)
1 pc Lemon Peel (from half of lemon)
Some Tabasco
Method:
1.
Wash the meat, cut into cubes and season with salt and pepper.
2.
Cut the onions in half and then thin rings.
3.
Heat the oil and put the onions in the oil until they are glassy. Add the meat
cubes and let it roast.
4.
Mix the paprika, pepper pod, garlic, marjoram, cumin and tomato pulp. Add to
the meat.
5.
Roast at high heat. Add the flour, stir well and then the broth.
6.
Add the tomatoes and the red pepper.
7.
Close the saucepan and let the meat braise for 1 ½ hours on a low flame.
8.
Season the goulash with paprika, Tabasco, lemon skin and salt & pepper.
9.
Tastes better the next day. Add some sour cream for a creamier flavour.
Happy
cooking!
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Talon, come fly with me – Review by Martha A. Cheves,
Author of Stir, Laugh, Repeat; Think With Your Taste Buds; A Book and A
Dish
The male condor spread his huge wings and hopped to the
ground. Matica had to jump clear, out of the reach of his huge wings. Instead
of flying off, as he normally did, he kept standing, turning around and looking
at her. Matica’s eyes nearly popped out of her sockets. He’s so huge,
she thought. Standing stock-still and not folding his wings to his body, the
bird blinked and waited for what Matica would do. Since nothing happened for the
next few minutes, the bird tilted his head and grunted. Matica interpreted it
as: what now? His mate screeched from the sky in surprise. Matica couldn’t
move. She was frozen stiff with fear and her face was as white as a ghost. The
bird looked way bigger on the ground than he had looked on the branch. He
folded his wings very slowly to his body now as if he knew he might frighten
her, then he made another sound. Matica felt so small and thought: Will he
kill me? But no, I’m alive. He can’t kill, just like Dad said. Matica
gasped for air and her pink colour came back into her face. She was amazed that
this had really happened and she wondered: What should I do now? I think
he’s afraid of his own boldness, and so am I. He’s watching me. I should move,
do something. After all, I told him to come down…but he’s so big.
Matica and her family moved from Australia to a little remote
village called Pucara which is about twenty kilometers away from the Andes in
the northern part of Peru. Matica’s parents are missionaries to the Peruvian
Indians who spoke little or no English. Through her father Crayn, this has
started to change.
Matica has a medical problem that prevents her body from
growing to its normal size. When they first moved to Pucara Matica was five but
her body looked as if she were only two years old. Even though Crayn had
explained this disability to the Indians they still thought she was odd or even
possessed by an evil spirit. They were so afraid of her that they refused to
let their own children play with her. This left Matica alone and lonely. To
solve her lack of friendship, Matica took to the sky, making friends with a pair
of Condors.
When I started reading Talon, come fly with me, I knew
nothing about the Condors. After reading Talon, come fly with me, I had to
appease my curiosity by looking them up on the internet. They are large birds
weighting from 20-23 lbs. with body lengths of 50” and wingspans of 9-10 feet.
They mate for life and live 50 plus years producing 1-2 eggs every 2 years.
They can fly up to 15,000 feet at speeds of 55 miles per hour. And they are on
the endangered species.
Matica’s story of befriending these birds, helping them
rescue their egg from poachers and then the actual raising was a story that took
my breath away. Only a child such as Matica can see the beauty in an animal
that everyone else calls ugly. And only a child would have the tolerance to do
what had to be done to keep ‘her’ birds surviving. This is a beautiful book for
all ages, especially for kids.
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