My husband loves apple pie, and he raves about mine. So when I presented him with this strange version of apple something, it was of course met with a bit of suspicion. Why mess with a standard of tradition so fundamental as apple pie in autumn? A bite or two into it, he said "this may be serious competition for first place". Then, another bite..."no, this may actually be the best"! Yup...I was shocked, for that's quite a statement coming from someone who regresses into childhood every September at the thought of apple season and the possibility of a fresh pie!

Actually, there is no substitute for all American apple pie, with it's

It's been a 10 day infusion of family, culture and history, a baptism by immersion into what it means to be Hungarian. To be an American stepping out of the melting pot of blended races vying for significance, and stepping into a land that is solely one heritage, is like finding a firm foothold of a confident unwavering identity. Here is a nation of intense national pride, ornate with monuments that  breath life into history, keeping the narrative fresh in the minds and hearts of her people.