When I was a little girl, my family moved to Germany. My father was a Captain in the US Army, and Uncle Sam wanted my father to serve there. This was in the 1960s when the United States was still heavily battling Communism and the Berlin Wall went up overnight. My mother was scared to death that we were going to get stuck behind the wall. However, I could see looking at the map with my mother that Berlin was quite a distance from Kaiserslautern (400 miles or 626 km).
One of the dishes we enjoyed when we lived there was goulash. I’m not talking about the amalgamation of ground beef, tomato sauce, and macaroni that’s called goulash in the United States. I’m talking about the real thing, German Goulash Stew, pieces of beef, lots of onion, and good paprika with a little sour cream because the chef might be feisty and use the really hot paprika. I happen to like the pork version better, but if you don’t like pork, beef does very nicely, too.
