Hungarian Goulash

According to French Women Don't Get Fat, one should consume one's largest meal at lunchtime. That may work in France, where the day seems to end at 2 pm for a great many people. Plus, I'm not convinced that the French actually do much work, anyway. For us, it is difficult to make time for a sophisticated lunch--as it would take away from our productivity. In the spirit of the book, however, Greg and I are attempting to eat a large lunch and think high-minded French-style thoughts. I don't know how Greg's lunch went, but I had to eat my Hungarian goulash whilst a child was drilling the following scintillating comments in my ear, "Can I have some, can I have some, can I have some?" I think, perhaps, that is not the scenario that Mireille Guiliano envisioned. Perhaps the children of France are more well-mannered.
The goulash was really excellent, the large number of onions melt into a sweet and creamy gravy, lending the whole dish a velvety unctuousness.

Yikes! What is that? Oh yeah, it's an EXTREME GOULASH CLOSE-UP!