One of the resthome residents who I work with grew up in a German-speaking part of Czechoslovakia, and married a Hungarian.
She had mentioned that she did Hungarian cooking, and I always just assumed that she learned it because of her husband.
As it turns out, she just really likes Hungarian cooking, and she had learned it growing up before she met him, alongside all of the Czech stuff she knew.
"They're very different," she was like.
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