This is what we Romanians call “pancakes” (clătite). In the US for example, these are not “pancakes”. What Americans call “pancakes”, we call “clătite americane” (American pancakes) or just “pancakes” (the untranslated English word).
~The pancakes in the photos were made by me~
Lol she was very secretive!
She had a husband supposedly, but she never really talked about him other than saying he existed. She came over for the paprikash dinner, but he did not. She supposedly came to America as a child. Her and some others were supposed to be here for some sports tournament thing, but whoever had the money in Romania stole it ,so they were stuck here and most of them just stayed.
We joked in the office she was in some weird kind of mafia situation, and then one day we never saw her again. Her whole situation was mysterious and fascinating from start to finish.
There are worse spirits I could have encountered and a hungry Romanian one! 😆