GOULASH! by Jamil Shawwa

Please, do not let me start talking about one of my all time favorite dishes, Goulash. I pay anything - not true, I am not rich- for a good old fashion Hungarian goulash, the real one and not the one the wife cooks. I fell in love with the dish maybe when I was 10 years old, when our parents used to take us to a small by the road cafe and grocery, can you believe it, in the middle road between Gaza City in the Gaza Strip and Ashkelon in the State of Israel, used to be called, Mafkim, maybe the spelling is different. I think the place was part of a *Moshav, I really do not remember, but I remember my favorite dish the Goulash. Oh my God, the taste, the texture and the looks are still in my mouth until now- like, seriously, making love with a beautiful woman that never gets old. Any way, the servers and cooks , whom lived in the Moshav, raised the cattle and grew the tomatoes and potatoes, would bring to your table a hearty, orange red- this is how the fresh tomato broth should look like- ball of Goulash, chunks of beef, potatoes, and tomato broth. I keep repeating myself, cannot stop; the look is fantastic, the taste is heaven. I tried to match the taste in other parts of the world but nothing topped that little, tiny, off the road to Ashkelon, Moshav cafe.
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* For more information, Google kibbutz and Moshav.