ghosts of 19th/20th century hungarianisation come up so much with my mum. i was making sourdough pancakes western-style but using kefír and she launched into a monologue about how surprised she was when she first encountered flat, unyeasted palacsinta in budapest, because in her village rusyn folks made an almost syrniki-style quark palacsinta with yeast, and she pitied the flat pancaked people because she thought they are too poor for good palacsinta.













