Whenever the church doors opened, Mama was there, Bible in hand, us in tow and Daddy on her arm, though a mere ten minutes earlier, she might have been running out the front door, paring knife in hand, cleaning her fingernails and trying to put her hat on at the same time. And thirty minutes prior to that, she’d washed the breakfast dishes, put lunch in the oven to cook, helped Daddy tie his tie, dressed us and combed our hair. Mama was multi-tasking before it was fashionable.
Mama has always been young at heart, and even at eighty-nine she can still make a mean breakfast, lunch and dinner and do a little jitterbug. Her delightful sense of humor has always been an inspiration to us. She loves to laugh and is something of a practical joker, like this past Christmas when she gave my sister Mona a pair of rain boots in place the custom made cowboy boots she wanted for Christmas. Needless to say, Mona was not amused but Mama couldn’t stop smiling with devilish delight.
Mama was one of eight children, six of whom are still living. She is the second child of John and Lillie Mae Horvath. Being half Hungarian and half Irish-English, Mama could roll with the best of them, and her temper was just as effective when she was fighting for something she believed to be right. Granddad always said the best part of Mama was her discerning Hungarian blood. Mama has always had a “sixth sense”. If she said “something” was gonna happen, you might as well gather up all your jacks and ball and go home because she was and is rarely wrong.
So through these recipes and series of books, we hope to share our Mama with you and your family, and hope that you will feel you are a part of our family.