Magyar Supermarket Cashier

After all the yummy food in Hungary, I have been looking in very different places for a wider variety of food since my tastebuds have been reawakened. One of the Zupans type markets just got remodeled and I had to check it out. No only did they have Mexican foods, they had more then one type of refried/pinto bean; bamboo shoots for Thai foods and Goose fat. While we were in Hungary, Nelli had us try Goose fat on toast. Sounds gross, but is quite good. The fat comes in a hockey puck shaped mound that is white. When you spread it over toast it melts and tastes something like meat flavoured butter.

The cashier that helped me I just assumed was Polish from her accent. Since I had defrosted the freezer, our fridge was completely empty so I bought quite a bit, especially with my new discoveries. Since Ben was still away I had to bag everything by myself which was taking a while so the guy behind me was topping up his mobile, and thanked her in Polish. She did not understand so he said, you are Polish? And she responded in a very offended tone, No, Hungarian. He asked her then how to say thank you in Hungarian, Köszönöm, which he failed at saying multiple times. He walked away and I told her I just got back from Hungary and said thank you correctly. Her bad mood suddenly went to happy when I said all of my Hungarian words, and told her we were in Szeged, which also was her hometown. As I finished up my bagging, I said goodbye in Hungarian, and she was just so pleased. I even did it right! Katalin would have been proud. It is not everyday you meet a Hungarian in Ireland, and it is even rarer to have an American in Ireland be able to speak some Hungarian to them.