Hungarian Picnic

The church where my parents were married, Holy Trinity, in East Chicago, had a "picnic". Years ago, they gave up trying to work around the weather and moved it indoors! But it's still called a picnic. We had delicious Hungarian sausage, cabbage rolls, rye bread. Wayne asked for butter and was told, "this is Hungarian food, we eat the bread dry!!" Excuuuuuuse me, who knew? LOL !! I used mine to sop up the cabbage sauce anyway, LOL. Then, fresh-made langos (like elephant ears), for dessert. Maya, Grandma, and I even danced to some Hungarian music but we still don't know how to char-das (sic). That's for another day......