William Penn Life, 2000 (35. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
2000-07-01 / 7. szám
e Got ‘Shoot’ me, too I enjoyed your short piece "Just 'shoot' me" (WPL, Treasured Recipes, June 2000), but you did not go quite far enough in describing this delicious tradition. My grandmother had a farm outside of Detroit, and we would go there to help with farm chores or just to visit. We came prepared to enjoy a feast of szalonna. Of course, my father went into Delray to the market to pick out the best szalonna...nice and thick, good skin and flavored with paprika. We also picked up a few round loaves of the rye bread sliced. Then off to grandma's. At the farm the men built a fire. The szalonna was prepared by cutting it into good size chunks and peeling back the skin a bit. We did not have bamboo sticks or metal skeweres, so the men would break or cut off the branches of trees. They then would take out their knives—my father called it his bicska—peel back the bark a bit and sharpen the branch to a good point. The branches were then used to pierce through the szalonna. By this time, the fire was going well, and the men would start frying. The ladies would bring over plates (and we did not have paper ones) filled with bread, onions, and green and yellow peppers. The children danced around waiting for that blackened piece of delicious bread. Have memories, thoughts, gripes or praise to share? Write to us ac Here’s Your Mail c/o William Penn Life William Penn Association 709 Brighton Road Pittsburgh, PA 15233 Oh, this was so much fun, and the smell in the air was scrumptuous. On and on the breads were made as the szalonna turned black as charcoal. Some of the szalonna was not completely blackened, and the men would cut those into pieces for the children. Along with all the delicious food would flow the beer, wine and Faygo Red Pop. After I grew up and got married (43 years ago) my husband and I continued to do this in our backyard in Southgate, Mich., over a little barbecue. This barbecue always brought out the neighbors, saying "what is that great smell" and "can we have some black bread?" We are now retired and living in Scottsdale, Ariz., and have not been able to sut szalonna. We have never seen szalonna here, and, in this heat, it would be difficult to enjoy. If I ever find it here, I will delight in lighting a fire and gobbling down all that fat. I almost forgot: along with the food and drinks, we would listen to the "old folks" sing the beautiful Hungarian songs. Thank you for the szalonna article. I loved it. Anna Pastor Cassar Scottsdale, AZ It was great to hear from you again, Anna. Reading your letter was almost too much for us to bear. We could practically taste the blackened bread. If you're really desperate for some szalonna and can't find a local butcher with the goods you seek, then you could always check out the Internet. There are places on the net that sell Hungarian meats and will deliver almost anywhere. or I of 7 other great prizes in the 17th Annual WPA Golf Tournament BENEFIT RAFFLE. OTHER PRIZES INLCUOE: • Basket of Cheer • 19” Color TV • Microwave Oven • 2.3” Portable Color TV • Sony AM/FM Walkman Radio • WPA Wallet with Cash Winner need not be present • Two Dozen Golf Balls All proceeds benefit the William Penn Fraternal Association Scholarship Foundation. Drawing to be held Saturday, July 15, 200( Donation:$ 1.00 per chance. For tickets, call the Home Office at l -800-848-7: William Penn Life, July 2000 3
