So I am hungry, not hungary, hungry. Lunches here certainly keep me entertained, mostly trying to figure out what they are. Most days I enjoy them enough, especially when I get potatoes, but today was different. I am still not sure what I just consumed a heaping plate full of. I know it was pasta but other than that I am lost. I am unable to decipher it by taste either because Hungarians have a fascination for mixing sweet with everything. All I know is that I ate something I would really prefer to not have again and am sad I will miss my mashed potatoes tomorrow.
I guess I better get over my concern over food I don't know before the pig killing. Who knows what I will be fed that day. My question is how many parts of a pig can Hungarians make into food?
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