Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 00:17:24 -0700
one onion, chopped, 4 cloves of garlic, crushed, into oil on low heat, till onions glassy. then 2 tbs hungarian paprika (the real stuff, not the supermarket obscenity), stir it all until paprika melts. now add beef cubed, brown in the red goo. chop 4 tomatoes, one green pepper, add with 3/4 tsp salt and some pepper. when cooking, add 3 or 4 cups of water, stir. let it boilup then turn down heat to simmer. cover. simmer away for i dunno, 40 minutes. in the meanwhile peel and cube some potatoes and slice some carrots into chunks but don't add them yet. go back to email.
soon the lovely and generous canada council will start whining as to handing in the cd-rom i am supposedly hard at work on so am wracking brainremnant in order to come up with nice artspeak of such artspeakish magnitude that they will be forced to accept my change of artistic discipline from multimedia to savior. as they won't understand a word of my incredibly obtuse yet strangely fascinating treatise but cannot be perceived to lose artface, they will have to nod knowingly and maybe give me a medal. something postmodern, perhaps. barbie surfs poverty. and thus i shall be validated as an Important Cultural Artifuck, which validation i really need as it comes in handy when blackmailing my friends into chipping into my you know, real projects. my gypsies, the veritable leaky buckets of need. and now zoli too, who got thrown out of his place. so -see i really am a dedicatied artist- i swallow my pride and beg. haha, i am now a veritable begmachine. greg, help me out, i say. lora, shelley, what can you afford. and miraculously, i manage to gather $100, and we wire the miracle to zoli.
the goulash is cooking, starting to smell goodgoodgood, hungarian good.
oops, time to add the potatoes and carrots! let simmer on low heat until vegies are done, i dunno, maybe 30 more minutes?. add more salt to taste and voila! or perhaps, hungarianly, violin!
i am addicted. i miss romania. racist xenophobic sexist romania. so in your face. at least there, i know what i am looking at. not like here. here so nice. polite. fullofshit. the bestofallpossibleworlds, salut voltaire, see, markchello, i do remember.
but dinnerguest just arrived, luckily knows me well, i say 8, come at 9. wise guest arrived an hour late and brought some fizzy sugardrinks and bread. then, being the very wisest of dinnerguests, left again to buy me some smokes.
gulyas (prn. gooyash) is ready, let's eat!
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