Grandma Bori and Csiga

1952: I am the baby on the far right, held in Grandma Bori’s arms. My mom is to Grandma Bori’s right. My sister, Carol, four years older than I am, is in front of the fridge. My deceased cousin, Jack Chatlos is on the far left and his brother, Bobby, is in the center.

Although as a kid, I never liked Csiga (I was an impossible eater), I love them now. Csiga are most interesting Hungarian noodles that are made from a small square of noodle dough that is curled around a small, special tapered dowel of sorts (smaller than a chopstick) on a ridged implement.

My grandmother had a social event that she attended, pretty much every week if my memory serves me well, at the local, Hungarian Reformed Church (even though she was not protestant), and with other Hungarian ladies.

I don’t remember how it worked, I don’t remember if she brought the noodles home from there, but I assume that she did.

I still have the implement, about three inches by four inches, and with the small, tapered dowel.

I tried making them once with noodle dough and it is really quite easy.

The other day, we were at the Hungarian, Deli store, and among the other wonderful noodles, actually made in Hungary, were packages of Csiga. We bought some and they are delicious and our grandkids love to eat them in their favorite chicken soup made by Uncle Bucky (Uncle Mikey). The other noodle they prefer is the Hungarian alphabet noodle that we have purchased at the Hungarian Deli store as well.

As I was perusing ‘csiga’ online, I noticed many spiral shells and snails with spiral shells, making me realize the true origin of the word, ‘Csiga.’

Once again, Grandma Bori comes to mind. That lady managed to be a very large part of my life and hers was one of the most traumatic losses of my lifetime. She died just about a week or so before MK and I got married and it was a tough experience.

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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