Growing up in Hungary, Andrea Golyha didn’t have far to go for Sunday dinner.
Her grandmother lived on the first floor of the family’s home, one floor below Golyha. Every Sunday, Golyha and her cousins joined more than a dozen relatives around her grandmother’s table for breaded schnitzel and palacsinta, Hungarian crepes.
“You feel warm, you have fun, you feel safe,” she recalled. “For me, Hungarian food (is) exactly what that is.”…