My grandfather and I shared two connections: food and music. The matzoh ball soup at the restaurant around the corner. Frank Sinatra. Cocoa puffs served with chocolate milk. Glenn Miller Orchestra. Real goulash. Which never, he insisted, never contained tomatoes and was always served over the lightest spaetzle.
He arrived at Ellis Island as a toddler, under the placid and firm gaze of the Statue of Liberty, that Mother of Exiles who promises welcome to the poor, the hungry, the downtrodden.
He was a German immigrant arriving from Yugoslavia at the beginning of the jazz age and at a time when the U.S. was sandwiched between two world wars, with Germany as the enemy. And, as you might imagine, anti-German sentiment was at its highest.
City councils across the country changed German-sounding street names to something decidedly more “American.” Schools stopped teaching German. Librarians removed German books from the shelves, and sometimes those books burned. Iowa even barred the speaking of any foreign language in public.
The Department of Justice prepared a list of nearly half a million German immigrants residing in the country, several thousand of whom they imprisoned within the short span of 1917 and 1918. They were targeted, beaten, and killed.
Men and women and children, language and art were a threat.
There were American values to uphold, of course.
And many people felt that those values should be upheld at any cost, even when the cost of upholding them only eroded them.
Of course, now, we look back with a century’s hindsight at the absurdity of changing street names and halting language classes and we can look in horror at the idea of governmental targeting, list making, mob beatings and lynchings.
It’s a funny thing when history circles in on itself.
We’re, all of us, from somewhere else.
The truth is, we’re all of us from somewhere else. Some of us got here earlier, others later.
I can’t imagine how my great-grandparents felt, making the decision to board the ship from Yugoslavia to arrive in a country where so many people seemed to hate them. Only that, the glimmer of hope and the shiver of desperation drove them forward as they sought to build a new and better life for their children.
That’s what I hope for, too: A good life for my children. One of peace, companionship and opportunity.
Of course, all those German immigrants, like my grandfather, didn’t destroy the fabric of America’s values. They enriched it.
Goulash with Spaetzle
The key to this German-style goulash is very fresh paprika, which should be bright in color and clean in its perfume. Older, oxidized paprika, appears dark reddish-brown and gives a gritty, rather than unctuous, texture to the goulash.
Take care in cooking the onions gently and slowly, and until they not only turn translucent, but also begin to caramelize at their edges, developing a smoky sweetness that gives the goulash its round flavor. They’ll melt and entirely lose their form only to combine with the paprika and thicken the stew’s juices, which is why a true goulash needs no thickeners, flours or roux.
If you’ve never made spaetzle before, a German-style dish that’s lay somewhere between noodle and dumpling, remember that your batter will be loose and sticky, but that it’s that consistency that delivers the lightest little noodles.
| Beef Goulash with Einkorn Spaetzle | Print |
- 3 tablespoons lard (find pasture-raised lard here)
- 3 medium yellow onions, chopped fine
- ¼ cup sweet paprika (order it here)
- 2 teaspoons whole caraway seeds (order it here)
- 2 pounds beef chuck roast (find grass-fed beef here), cubed
- 1 cup long-simmered beef bone broth (recipe here), beef stock or water
- 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
- 3 cups all-purpose einkorn flour (find it here)
- ¼ teaspoon finely ground sea salt
- 2 eggs
- 1 cup water
- 2 tablespoons melted butter, plus additional for sauteing finished spaetzle
- Finely chopped parsley
- Dutch Oven
- Spaetzle Press or Colander with Large Holes
- Heat the oven to 275 F.
- Melt the lard in a Dutch oven (we use this enameled cast iron Dutch oven) over medium-high heat. Toss in the chopped onion and let it sizzle in the hot fat until it releases its fragrance and turns translucent, about 4 minutes. Turn down the heat to medium-low and continue cooking the onion, stirring from time to time, until the onion browns and begins to caramelize at its edges - about 20 minutes further.
- Stir the paprika and caraway seeds into the onion, and then stir in the cubed beef, stirring constantly to prevent the paprika from burning. Cook the beef in the onions and spices about 4 minutes, then stir in the beef bone broth and vinegar. Cover the pot and transfer it to the oven. Allow it to cook in the oven until the beef is tender, about 2½ to 3 hours.
- Dump the flour into a large mixing bowl, stir in the salt. Make a well in the center of the flour, and crack the eggs into the well. Beat the eggs into the flour, and as you beat the eggs, alternately beat in the water and the melted butter. Continue beating the batter until thoroughly mixed, and fine bubbles begin to appear.
- Heat a stock pot full of water to a boil, and then transfer the spaetzle batter to the colander or spaetzle press, and press the batter through into the boiling water. Drain the spaetzle in another colander.
- Melt a few tablespoons addition butter in a cast iron pan. Toss the spaetzle into the hot butter and warm it through.
- Remove the goulash from the oven. Plate the spaetzle, and serve the goulash over the spaetzle. Sprinkle it with chopped parsley and serve.
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Other Immigrant Food Stories
There’s many stories that explore the inextricable link between immigration, America and food. Here are a few:
Fatteh with Cumin Chickpeas is a beautiful dish of flatbread, chickpeas and tahini yogurt.
Armenian Bulghur, Parsley and Tomato Salad explores the harrowing story of a mother escaping a massacre.
Greek Cabbage Rolls with Avgolemon Sauce tells the tale of a young woman displaced and orphaned.
Beef Teriyaki is a classic dish, from people who came to America searching for a better life.
Duck Blood Soup is a traditional Polish dish, and one that’s making a revival.
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I love your immigrant food story…I could only imagine how difficult things must have been for your grandfather & his family during that tumultuous time in history. Your words are poignant and so well written: we’re, all of us, from somewhere else – and since its beginnings, America was intended to be a place that would allow us to redefine who we are under the promise of freedom. Thank you for sharing & I look forward to making your recipe!
Beautifully written prose, I can almost smell the onions carmelizing, see the beautiful red red paprika. And spaetzle? Sounds good!
I read (past tense) your blog for healthy recipes and health (key word) related issues- not for your political beliefs. While each person is entitled to their own beliefs, which I both respect and appreciate, a food blog is not the platform for them. After years of reading, I will now be removing your blog from my reader and no longer following.
Are you freaking kidding me? Seriously? Your offended by that beautiful story? Wow! Some people…
Thank you so much for this delish looking and sounding recipe…, and the message embedded in it. Life is so much richer when everyone has a seat at the table : )
Hi Jenny, this recipe sounds delicious and I look forward to making it, but it’s the story of your family that you surround it with that inspires me to comment for the first time in several years of reading your blog. The food of our ancestors, and the recipes and memories and traditions we want to pass to our descendants — all inextricable from culture and identity and the things we care about most. I find your story, even without the recipe, to be very nourishing in itself. Thank you!
Jenny, thank you for sharing the story of your grandfather. My grandparents were also from m Yugoslavia! However they arrived here after World War II with my mother and her sister (2 and 1 years old) in tow
. I have grown up eating Spaetzle. I also grew up eating Goulash, but since my Grandparents lived near the Hungarian border, my grandfather loved Hungarian goulash which was tomato based. I was never a fan. But I am excited to try this recipe!
I am very proud to be the daughter and granddaughter of refugees!
This goulash recipe is absolutely delightful and fascinating! My own family (and cooking) roots lie in Slovenia and Austria, so I was very excited to see a “correct” recipe for goulash! I would LOVE to be able to communicate with someone who knows the old recipes. I have the handwritten recipe journals from my grandmother and her sisters who served in the house of a Baroness back in Innsbruck. The older copies are all in Slovene but I have the journals that my great aunts kept – and that I learned to cook from. I am really committed to not letting this way of cooking fade away.
I’ve also started a separate project for myself to “reverse engineer” the modern convenience recipes – the ones that called for canned soups – and work out ways of making that comfort food, but with real ingredients. My husband loves my tuna noodle casserole, even though I don’t use canned anything! Even the tuna is fresh!
I hope to hear from like minded folks soon! Thanks!
JENNY: I HAVE FOLLOWED, USED AND ENJOYED YOUR COOKING LESSONS FOR SEVERAL YEARS … AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO … HOWEVER … IF, AND ONLY IF, YOUR OPENING COMMENTS TODAY ARE CONFUSING LEGITIMATE IMMIGRATION WITH THE KNOWN TROUBLEMAKERS IMMIGRATING FROM KNOWN ISLAMIC TERROR SPONSORING COUNTRIES … COUNTRIES WHERE WE DON’T EVEN HAVE EMBASSIES THROUGH WHICH TO VET THESE WANNABE IMMIGRANTS … THEN PLEASE STOP YOUR SILLINESS.
AMERICA IS UNDER ASSAULT FROM THE JIHADIES. WE HAVE A RIGHT AND AN OBLIGATION TO PREVENT THEIR DEMONIC BEHAVIOUR IN OUR COUNTRY … YOU DO REMEMBER SEPT 11 DO YOU NOT? PLEASE … IF YOU ARE CONFUSING THE LEGITIMATE HOPES AND ASPIRATIONS OF THE REAL IMMIGRANTS WITH THE ILLEGITIMATE DEMONIC INTENTIONS OF THE JIHADIES … STOP IT!
Try living in the Middle East for a few years to view first-hand how Shariah law is in direct opposition to Western law before using your food blog soapbox for insular, less-than-informed diatribes, at such a time as this, about how great it is to welcome one and all to America without perspective or scrutiny. Come Jihadis…Jenny loves you, too. It’s ironic how those who want to show how freedom-loving and welcoming they are…saintly as such, do not understand how many in the world view what America has with disdain and an ethos of destruction for the very freedoms we hold so dear. This is more about “Look at virtuous me,” than goulash and spaetzle.
Jenny, Whenever I see your email, I can’t wait to open it and read your story and the delicious recipe that follows. Tonight, I opened it and found more than your pleasant writings and new recipe. I found a story that stirred my soul. I know that it is just one of so many stories from our country’s immigrant’s decedents. Most of these stories are heart wrenching tales of decent people leaving what they knew, to come here to what they didn’t know. But they came anyway because they just knew that, no matter how hard, it was going to be better than what they were leaving. So many arrived to a reality of something just the opposite but they persevered, kept their dream in their heart and mind and things, for the most part, did get better. So then there were us, the result of all of their hard work, sacrifices and those, all so important dreams. These were strong, brave people and now, so many years later, we celebrate them. That is why these days are so sad for so many of us. There are, and will be, many that won’t get this chance. The chance for a better life for themselves and their decedents. Due to our current situations, there won’t be decedents here to write stories of sacrifice and hope and of their grandparents, parents, brothers and sisters preserving in this country. Those stories will be lost and because of that, we will all lose.
Thank you so much for this recipe! I am descended from German immigrants and grew up with goulash, but never tasted spaetzle until I moved to Germany to live for a few years. Since returning to the states, I’ve always bought packaged spaetzle, despite the fact that it doesn’t taste quite the same. Can’t wait to try this.
Traditional goulash is actually made with a combination of game meats, such as venison, duck or pheasant. I’ve also had a version using boar! Using beef changes the flavor somewhat, obviously, but my favorite remains a venison only goulash.
Beautiful story and a lovely recipe Jenny. I too am from a European immigrant family and reading this brought back poigniant memories of my parents’ and sister’s story. Thank you 🙂
Hi, when at the point in the recipe of cooking the spaetzle in boiling water,there is no indication for doneness. Will the noodles float within a minute or two? I’d like to make this dish in the week ahead. Thanks so much for sharing it.
Hi Sophia,
I’m sorry about that. Spaetzle are done when the dumplings float to the top of the water.
Ok, thanks so much Jenny! I’ll report back with how it was (I’m sure delicious!).
Thank you so much for sharing your story. I’ve loved reading everyones posts this week. It’s amazing how similar, yet different, the stories are all. I’ve never made spaetzle, but I love it and always ordered it when we would go to the German restaurant with my Dad and his German relatives. I think I need to try it at home! It doesn’t seem that intimidating!
Thank you so much for this wise and beautiful post, not to mention the delicious sounding recipe.
Beautiful story and great recipe! Thank you for both. Time for me to buy a spaetzle press
Jenny;
I’m truly grateful for your story of your grandfather. My Austrian grandmother was brought to America by her parents when she was just a baby. We have had a wonderful life here and though I do not know her story through this context, I imagine that it was also a difficult time. Members of our family, mainly the stadababas spoke Polish, taught us grandchildren how to polka, and hosted the most amazing community gatherings over food and celebration. Gouldsboro, PA is still the home to many of my relatives while my grandparents have passed on.
I am also thankful for your story because right now, at our time of national confusion and trauma, we need stories that help us remember that we are not alone. As well, it is a good reminder, one that I make to my community groups, that this land is not ours. In fact, scientists can show us how all people migrated here.
We are a beautiful melting pot, and your grandfather is likely very proud of you showcasing your family’s food heritage as an entree into this needed conversation.
My best,
Kim
Does the Goulash need salt at some point?
Wonderful story and legacy!
My grandparents were Hungarian immigrants.
This is actually a traditional Hungarian dish called
Goulash or Gulyas is typically Hungarian as as is the use of quality paprika. The dumplings we call Nokedli. However, it is good to see it is enjoyed by all! 😁
Thanks a lot for this!
We made it last night and turned out really good!
I read many goulash recipes but this was the simplest and it sure pays out not to over complicate things.
We did do a few variations:
1. We seared the meat before adding to the pot, as I find closing the beef before the long slow cook helps maintain its juiciness.
2. Eating simply cooked dough seems counter-intuitive, and since it was going to be warm in the kitchen for 2.5 hours, we thought might as well make the spaetzle sourdough, so just replaced half of the water with ripe starter, and let the batter ferment while the goulash was in the oven. Also since we don’t have a press, just made the batter on the drier side, then (with a bit of flouring) rolled to a long thin snake and cut to tiny chunks with a knife, then in to the boiling water (sort of like gnocchi)
Thanks again! we sure will repeat it this winter!
A touching and beautiful post.
It is beautiful to address the political / social issues through the lens of one’s specialty – be that cooking, writing, dressmaking …say it with the medium that is close to one’s heart.