When I was younger, my sister Katy and I would go to our dad’s every weekend, and we usually spent most of our time with our cousins Kelsi and Kayla. Whenever my dad would ask the four of us what we wanted for dinner, the answer was almost always the same: goulash.
When most people make this dish, it consists of pasta, tomatoes, and beef. And it’s usually less than appetizing. My dad’s goulash is more of a soup, with ground meat, onions, garlic, spices, pasta, beans, and tomato juice and it is DELICIOUS.
In 2006 when I decided to become a vegetarian, my dad’s goulash was the recipe I missed the most. About halfway through my freshman year of college, I decided to start eating chicken and turkey again because it was so hard to be a vegetarian while living in the dorms (especially since I don’t like mushrooms or eggs). It wasn’t until last year though that I started experimenting with ground turkey and turkey bacon. I’ve been wanting to try out my dad’s goulash recipe for a while now and after one attempt in which the end result didn’t taste anything like my dad’s, I asked him to show me how to make it.
It took me a while to get him to warm up to the idea of using ground turkey instead of ground beef, but I finally had him convinced. So I spent my Friday night learning how to make a family recipe. I use the term “family recipe” lightly by the way since it’s now been passed down to a grand total of two generations.
When I was little I always begged my dad to use at least three or four different types of pasta, but when I tried that this time he gave me a look that very clearly said, “You are not eight years old anymore.” He would only let me use two. Let me just add a note here about how my dad likes his pasta cooked. He basically wants mush. He waaaaay overcooks his pasta, and every single time we make something together we have an argument about how long to cook it for. If you ask my dad, and I quote, I eat my pasta “right out of the box.” He really doesn’t understand el dente. At all.
Anyway, I’ll wrap up Friday night because I still have Sunday to tell you all about. And in case you were wondering, it turned out really good, even with turkey and no jalapenos, contrary to what my dad will tell you.
Sunday I spent all day with my dad setting up at a collector show (just because this blog is public, I’m not going to disclose what it is my dad sells at these shows, but I will say that all the dealers are middle-aged to older men). This show was in East Lansing in the middle of MSU’s campus, wait for it, ON ST. PATRICK’S DAY! Who planned this? Despite the 30 degree weather, there were still drunk college kids walking all over campus. Good planning guys.
Here’s an excerpt of an actual conversation between my dad and me that morning:
“Dad, a lot of these guys aren’t wearing green for St. Patrick’s Day.”
Hahaha, can we just take a moment to appreciate this?
Okay, moment over. I don’t think my dad realizes what a big deal St. Patrick’s Day is at MSU. Students there wear green just about every day and drink just about every day, but March 17th is an excuse to wear more green and drink more alcohol. Do you see the difference? Me either, but just trust me on this one.
Due to the show, I missed the first half of St. Patrick’s Day, and due to all of my friends taking naps as soon as I was finally free, I didn’t really celebrate this year. But, that’s life I guess.
I was thinking about a way to get more interactive with my readers, so I’m going to start asking you guys a question at the end of my blogs. Like in a Youtube video, except you don’t have to see my face or listen to my voice. You’re welcome.
So my question this time is, what did you guys do for St. Patrick’s Day?