My Catalan ancestors pegged it as a dish best eaten cold. But my grandmother’s Hungarian ancestors replied that Hungarians preferred it hot.
My father summed it up, “right away is best. But opportunity, ability, and patience work well.”- a nice mix of Catalan patience and Hungarian eagerness.
But mother, whose ancestry spans three continents and four seas, told me the man who seeks revenge digs two graves.
So many choices and traditions.
After having lived in the South for a while, I picked up serving it sweet, on a pretty plate with a cup of tea.
Kinky! I like it.