tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333966257665657680.post6678925952729291763..comments2023-03-23T07:33:14.102-07:00Comments on Sense & the City: TASTE: The lost autumn flavor of Hungarian gesztenyepüré City Lorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02024743461318358427noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333966257665657680.post-77415030000222592622017-04-07T19:33:52.200-07:002017-04-07T19:33:52.200-07:00Wow, what a vivid description. Thank you so much f...Wow, what a vivid description. Thank you so much for this, Virge. I love the idea of a marzipan store... --CaitlinCity Lorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02024743461318358427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333966257665657680.post-37233251029064334592016-11-03T09:35:29.248-07:002016-11-03T09:35:29.248-07:00Yorkville's Little Hungary was once a mecca fo...Yorkville's Little Hungary was once a mecca for chefs in the days before the internet. Long before Whole Foods, gourmet emporiums crowded the neighborhood: Roth's on First Avenue, stocked floor to ceiling with glass jars of whole cardamom pods and fenugeek perfuming the air; hardcore old-school Hungarian bakers preferred the highly specialized Lekvar-By-The-Barrel, also on First, with walk in refrigerators of ground poppyseeds for strudels; or Paprika-Weiss on Second Avenue, with tubs of every conceivable type of paprika and other spices. The Red Tulip, on 76th off York, boasted that it was ZsaZsa's favorite. There was even a store that specialized in marzipan, that diabetes inducing confection of pure sugar, molded and colored to imitate more wholesome foods like fruit. it fooled no one. virge randallnoreply@blogger.com