There was a folk festival in one the squares near our apartment today. And it was here that we discovered something called a Kurtoskalacs. Or Kurtoskalac for singular – not sure. Apparently it’s a traditional Hungarian pastry, which would explain why they were making them in the square. I watched them make a batch from start to finish, then bought one wrapped in paper. Margaret and James and I ate the thing, in awe, really. We bought another to take home.
Here are some photos… you might even consider it a tutorial… (Matt W., you might want to find a way to introduce these at the Fall Festival — they blow the EARS off of Elephant Ears).