I have to tell everyone of this little goulash story. I was at my sisters house the other day and we stayed for dinner. My nephew had his friend over too. He asked his mother what was for dinner and she replied "goulash." He turned and told his friend that his mom makes the best goulash. He said it was so good that when she died, she would be cooking it for God in heaven. The new name of my sisters goulash is now Godlash. My sister was a bit dissappointed though. She thought when she goes to heaven, she would be done cooking.
