Trust me, Chicken Paprikash is one dish you don't want to make. Picture chicken in a bowl swimming in a nasty white sauce which has been liberally sprinkled with paprika.
True story. When I was little, my Mom was in the hospital and my Dad's folks came from New York city to the wilderness of Bergen County, NJ to watch us.

Well, Grandpa made his signature dish, Chicken Paprikash.
To this day I remember looking at that mess and worse, knowing I had to eat it.

This was 45+ years ago. It was so bad that I've never been able to forget it. (Lord knows, I've tried.)