Palacsinta Emlék (Pancake Memories) My mother and father often told me stories of how much their lives changed when they arrived in Australia, having fled Sátoraljaújhely after the 1956 Hungarian uprising. Some aspects of life for them as ‘New Australians’ changed for the better, while others took some getting used to. Following a mammoth ocean crossing on ‘The Sydney’, the family arrived at the Bonegilla Migrant Camp in Wodonga, Victoria. My father ventured to Mildura for a time, picking grapes for a living; leaving Mum, my two brothers and my sister to fend for themselves among feuding groups of predominantly Italians and Yugoslavs. It was all so foreign, and day-to-day life in the camp wasn’t easy.
Food had the greatest impact, according to my parents. They yearned for their family members, they yearned for Sátoraljaújhely, but most of all they yearned for some gulyás or paprikás csirké. The unfamiliar meats, and the vegetables that had had every semblance of life cooked from them were stomach turning. The rank smell of the mutton served in the cafeteria was apparently enough to turn my father and sister off lamb for life, although dad did enjoy barbecued lamb forequarter chops in his latter years. To appease my mother, dad rigged up a little burner of sorts and, to the delight of my brothers and my sister, Mum was able to cook their favourite palacsinta (pancakes). Pancakes were a much-loved tradition in my mother’s kitchen and from just a few simple ingredients, she made something really delicious. Like everything else that she cooked, mum made large batches of them and she was deft at her craft. She and my brother, Alex, would have competitions to see who could flip the most pancakes. Despite Alex’s best efforts, there was no competition. My mother proved she was the Champion when she entered, and won, a competition in the ‘Monaro Mall’ (the 1960s version of ‘The Canberra Centre’). She tossed a pancake 32 times! If you have ever tried to flip a pancake, you will be aware that this takes some skill. Palacsinta are hugely popular with Hungarians. In The Cuisine of Hungary, George Laing notes that ‘pancake making developed into a subtle and complex art in Hungarian and Austrian kitchens during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries’. They are eaten as a sweet or savoury dish and can be made into layered cakes; or filled with ham, then breaded and fried. Other lovely fillings include quark or cottage cheese, ground poppy seeds and sugar cooked with a little hot milk, poached apple and pear (watch this space for that recipe), and the classic Gundel style with walnut rum filling and chocolate rum sauce! However, I like to serve them as my mother did, spread simply with homemade jam. Here is my recipe for Palacsinta, adapted from my mother’s version that I tapped out on a little red Olivetti typewriter a few decades ago. How many pancakes can you eat in a sitting? PALACSINTA (Pancakes) 2 cups plain flour 1 tablespoon caster sugar 2 eggs* 31/2 cups milk* 1 small vanilla bean, seeds scraped** unsalted butter for cooking Sift the flour into a mixing bowl. Make a well in the centre and add the sugar, eggs and a little of the milk. Stir well with a spatula to prevent lumps forming. Gradually whisk in the rest of the milk and beat until the batter is smooth and creamy. Fold in the vanilla bean seeds. Allow the batter to rest for 30 minutes or more. Heat a small fry pan or skillet and add 1/2 a teaspoon of butter, tilting the pan to allow the butter to cover the pan. Using a ladle pour in sufficient batter to cover the pan, tilting and twisting quickly to spread it. Cook until the underside is just golden then turn carefully with a spatula cooking the other side of the pancake for a few seconds. Remove and set aside. Continue this with the rest of the batter, using small amounts of butter as required. If you are filling the pancakes with jam, do so while they are still warm, spreading a good teaspoon or more of jam onto each one. Roll up or fold into triangles. Dust with icing sugar if you like. Makes 10-12 reasonably thick pancakes. * Add an extra egg for thicker pancakes or use more milk for thinner crepes. ** Store the scraped out vanilla pod in a jar of caster sugar. For more information about Bonegilla and the migrant experience, visit http://www.bonegilla.org.au/
Lizzy
3/1/2012 04:54:35 pm
Lisa, thank you! So many more to share. 3/1/2012 09:15:45 am
Great photos again - love the photo of your old village. Beautiful.
Lizzy
3/1/2012 04:57:41 pm
Mel, you know that is quite possible! Did your mum come over on The Sydney? My parents told me many stories before they died, I have much to share. After mum passed away, I video taped my father telling his life story for about an hour, Love watching it! They lived through such hard times. And as Christine, my bestie, said to me recently, 'It is amazing that the new Australians, like my parents and hers, came here with virtually nothing and yet were still happy and could make beautiful happy homes. 3/1/2012 05:43:25 pm
I'll ask my siblings if they know what boat she came over on. My mother always seemed to have the attitude that the world "owed her one" so sadly she was never as content as other migrants were. She cooked a little Hungarian food, but I stopped living with her well before I was old enough to learn how to cook (or to care about cooking).
Lizzy
3/1/2012 05:00:35 pm
As a post script, not my old village, I was born in Australia. But I did visit with my father (my mum was unwell and stayed with family in Budapest). Dad took me to my grandmother's grave and showed me where they used to live, my grandmother's very humble little home etc. He even told me about the parade and the day on which he first saw and fell in love with my mother from across the other side of the street! Such a poignant visit, it still brings tears to my eyes.
Lizzy
3/1/2012 09:43:09 pm
Times were tough for them, Piggy. I don't know your mum or anything about her other than the little that you have told me, but if she had to leave her family behind, perhaps she found it hard to deal with. I'm sorry to hear that you and she don't get along.I will guide very happily you through the Hungarian kitchen edes kislanyom. 3/1/2012 12:31:26 pm
Very interesting story. I can imagine those pancakes providing a simple pleasure in those hard times. Your pancakes looks delicious!
Lizzy
3/1/2012 05:01:25 pm
Hello there Jane, thank you! I know so much about those time it is almost as though I was there. Thanks for popping in! 3/1/2012 10:05:38 pm
Dear Lizzy,
Lizzy
3/1/2012 10:38:05 pm
Hello my friend! Isn't that postcard so lovely! Oh, such lovely memories...can't help but notice the shorts on your brothers...so funny how fashion changes :) And your pancakes look amazing...more like the crepes my mom would make than the traditional American pancake. Thanks for sharing your delightful recipe...and some of your family history...
Lizzy
4/1/2012 08:10:01 am
Hello Liz!
Lizzy
4/1/2012 08:10:09 am
Hello Liz! 4/1/2012 03:38:21 pm
What a lovely trip down memory lane Lizzy! And 32 times! She was definitely a champion :D
Lizzy
4/1/2012 06:25:22 pm
Hi Lorraine, yes, 32 times, the same pancake. What a champion. Wish I had taken photos, but was too young to think about such things back then. Thanks for stopping by!
Thanks for this lovely piece, Liz - I especially liked the photo's.
Lizzy
4/1/2012 09:02:46 pm
Hi Amanda, thanks so much. It was a huge wrench for all those who left loved ones behind. In time, I plan to share a postcard that my grandmother sent to my mother after they left. It is very touching indeed. Thanks for popping!
Lizzy
7/1/2012 09:03:16 am
Hello Celia... I think it must have been a difficult time in the beginning for my family. Thank you for stopping by! 8/1/2012 09:25:42 am
What a lovely blog you have! Beautiful story and even more delicious looking pancakes. I recently learned of palacsinta - must try the recipe soon. Thanks for sharing!
Lizzy
8/1/2012 09:34:20 am
Good morning! How kind of you to say so, thank you. Please do stop by again, I enjoy your blog very much too! 8/1/2012 11:33:50 am
I'm sure when they first arrived in Australia life must have been very difficult. How lovely to have this recipe of your mothers. Your pancakes look light and delicious.
Lizzy
8/1/2012 03:57:03 pm
Hello there... I think so too. Certainly things must have been so very different. And imagine not being able to buy the foods you were used to, either! Thanks so much for popping in! 8/1/2012 12:22:09 pm
Such a lovely story Lizzy and I adore the vintage photographs! It is amazing how food can really nourish the soul - especially when you are in an environment that is neither comfortable nor welcoming. Thank heavens people found moments to celebrate their origins, even in small ways.
Lizzy
8/1/2012 03:57:47 pm
Hello dear Mrs M! I agree with you... amazing isn't it how food can nourish the soul. I have always loved to look at photos from the past (and present for that matter). What a beautiful looking place your family came from. Bonegilla has so many stories to tell. I have met a few people who were there that went on to achieve some great things for their adopted land. The pancakes look so delicious and no doubt more so when there are precious memories attached.
Lizzy
9/1/2012 07:31:52 pm
Thank you, CK. Bonegilla is interesting. We visited as a family once when they had an anniversary of some kind. The web site is interesting too! If only the walls could talk. 10/1/2012 08:59:01 am
What a wonderful story! I love reading posts like this :) 10/1/2012 02:31:09 pm
These pancakes look absolutely more-ish! I love recipes that bring back memories like this. Thanks for sharing!
Lizzy
10/1/2012 03:09:56 pm
Ann, thank you!
Lizzy
10/1/2012 03:10:15 pm
JJ, thank you so much!
Nelle
12/1/2012 11:45:39 am
I have very fond memories of eating Palatschinken with stewed apple in Austria. Made for me by my dear Austrian uncle's dear brother in Upper Austria on a wood stove. Is Palatschinken the same as Palacsinta?
Lizzy
12/1/2012 12:30:59 pm
Nelle, it probably is... did it look the same? I have a wonderful recipe that I will post in Autumn, which has apple and pear filling. So yummy! Thank you for sharing your memories. Comments are closed.
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