I have so many memories of sitting at the Friday night table eating a big bowl of my dad’s Hotdog Hungarian Goulash. As a little kid I only ate the hotdogs and potatoes. Every time I ate it there would always be a little “gush”, as I called it, left at the bottom of my bowl.
This recipe has been passed down in my family for many years. The recipe was my great grandfather’s, who I am named after. He passed it down to my grandmother. Who then passed down to my dad. Then my dad passed it down to me. Now I am passing down the family recipe to all of you.