This is my great grandfather,
My siblings and I spent alot time with my great grandparents growing up. We would spend entire days at their house while my parents would be at work.
Nudgemama would always cut my toast with a pizza cutter into tiny bite-size pieces.
She made sugar and cinnamon doughnuts every Sunday morning before church.
She stocked up on 7up, Klondike bars, and Apple Jacks.
And after going through the Great Depression,
couldn't leave a restaurant without swiping all of their sugar packets.
Nudgepapa took us on countless rides on his mower through the woods and
he swore like a sailor. Maybe worse :)
When it came time to say "Goodbye" he would never give a kiss
but would attack us by blowing raspberries on our cheeks.
They always made time for us.
Nudgemama and Nudgepapa came over from Hungary and started a family here. Like all Hungarian women, she brought her recipes and love for cooking with her. So here is one recipe that has been passed down from her. Although, my mom says that Nudgemama told her, "Hungarian cooks won't give you the original recipe. They always take out one ingredient, so it will neve taste exactly the same."
So, I'm sure it's missing something.
Nothing ever tastes as good as when Nudgemama used to make it!
Nudgepapa died this month, twelve years ago.
Miss him still.