From: Bobbi Town nee Masaryk Barbaraj10@...
Sent: Friday, June 17, 2011
Subject: (Slovak-World) Halusky
I remember my father making the noodles from scratch using potatoes - I always called them 'grey noodles'. My father ate his with cottage cheese.
He boiled them in water then into a skillet with a little butter. I can still remember how they tasted right out of the pan with just some butter. That's
going back over 50 years!
Thanks for the flash from my past. Rest in Peace, Pappa.
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From: Paul Wolsko
Sent: Friday, June 17, 2011 1:24 PM
Subject: [Slovak-World] Halusky
Interesting subject that's come up. Food always finds me back here in
the discussion - brings all us Slovaks together, since our food is so
Halushy, to me, is noodles and cabbage - no cheese, with the cabbage
fried down in butter to the point where it is sort-of close to being
burned. Rarely did my mother fry onions with it, and she was Slovak.
Then my wife came along, who is of genuine Slovak roots, who insists on
having her Halushy with a dollop of pot cheese (aka cottage cheese) on
the side - IN the glop.. Her relatives in Slovakia probably would have
had it with Bryndza.
Now, I (Slovak mom, Rusyn dad) have become accustomed to the dollop of
cheese. Started with Cottage cheese then (mainly due to this group)
went searching for Bryndza and found it in NYC - ONCE...so I know what
it tastes like. Cooking is my hobby, so I started experimenting and
found success with Feta and cream, but it's got to be good Feta (hard to
find, depending where you live).
Now, for a play on words, we have Halupky. I have eaten these for all
63 years of my life and I have finally found the best (In my opinion)
recipe from someone who isn't Slovak at all and long dead. There's an
old cookbook - "The Stillmeadow Cookbook" by Gladys Tabor. You folks
gotta try this. If there is any interest, I can post the recipe but is
isn't radically different from the way it is traditionally made with a
As far as Pirohy goes, I have a good Slovak wife who makes the best on
the planet - no need to visit the Uki churches in the area to buy them.
I never give in to the urge to try a Mrs. T and wait for her yearly
ritual of the Pirohy-making for Christmas Eve. Long may the tradition
remain. My two boys always come back home for Christmas Eve for the
Slovak tradition. Good thing to continue.
Good Lord, I am gabby tonight.
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