I hope you try the borscht, Cheryl. I crew up in a WASP community and was never exposed to ethnic food. When we were first married we moved up to a fishing village on one of the big lakes. It had a diverse population. There was a large Ukrainian group, as well as Icelandic, Mennonite and Metis. The WASP s were considered the transients. We attended all the socials and quickly got exposed to the different ethnic foods. I had never heard of a perogie, but now our special meals include them. A dear Ukrainian lady was so delighted that I wanted to learn to make them myself instead of having her supply them that she came over and taught me how to make them. She also taught me the sectret to making borscht was browning the onions to almost black. Same goes for chicken soup. If you do make the borscht, Cheryl, use a pork chop with bone in, brown it well, then brown your onions to very dark (trust me). While you are simmering all the ingredients in the broth, leave the pork chop in. Just before it's done, remove it , cool a bit and get the meat off the bone and add to the soup. Now that you've had your cooking lesson for the evening, I'll leave you to it.
I am familiar with pierogi and I love chicken soup . With pierogi you can have different stuffing. I love them all! I love ethnic food and I always say I would eat anything as long as it's not moving. A few days ago I had an opportunity to eat some dishes form Georgia. Delicious! I wish I was a better cook though
What dishes from Georgia did you try, Marta? I also love ethnic food. When we were in Egypt the breakfasts were divided into Western and Oriental. I was always getting mine from the Oriental side. It was so good. The rest of our group wouldn't even try it. There was pita bread, hummus, baba ganoush, tahini, beans, kabobs, etc. I had never had tahini. Now we always have a jar of tahini sauce in the fridge. The best souvenirs we have are the different ethnic foods that we have incorporated into our menu.
Did you have any tabouli? I love Middle Eastern and Persian cuisine. Indian too, but it'll get you plumpy real quick. Unfortunately I can't take my gf anywhere because she's afraid of almost everything besides burgers, fries, and steaks. At least she likes salads. And she refuses to eat anything that lived in water. So no introducing her to much Asian fare. Very plain tastes. More like paranoia if you ask me. Which is sort of odd seeing that she's an artist. (I have a suspicion she's actually a tow truck driver. I've never followed her to work.)
Yes, Pupper we had tabouli, but that wasn't new to me. I often wonder what makes some people adventurous with different cuisines and others not so much. One of my DsIL grew up eating meat potatoes, carrots, peas. When she met my son who will eat anything, she was amazed at what she had been missing. Now she will eat anything except processed meats and hamburger. Love your humour, Pupper. I bet your gf is a sweetie.
Melcit makes me wonder as well. My personal child is so so fussy that it makes me think sometimes how it is possible she is our daughter as myself and her dad enjoy all food available. It is so hard to satisfy her. I always say that it's easier to feed me than clothe me. My daughter is the opposite- she likes almost all clothes offered by the shops and she obviously needs them all ha ha
My grandma used to say this poem to me. For some reason it's been going through my mind today. Not everyone has the fortune to grow old, but for those of us who do, this poem is for you. Let Me Grow Lovely by Karle Wilson Baker Let me grow lovely, growing old— So many fine things do: Laces, and ivory, and gold, And silks need not be new; And there is healing in old trees, Old streets a glamour hold; Why may not I, as well as these, Grow lovely, growing old? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Yes, Pupper it's a lovely poem. It goes along with this quote. "Aging seems to be the only available way to live a long life." Kitty O'Neill Collins I was working on the quilt for my neighbour's first grandchild due in early Sept. I was trimming threads and accidently clipped a little hole in the backing fabric. Sigh. Now I'm going to have to put a patch over it and try to make it look like it's supposed to be there. Sigh.
Darn it, Melc. All that work and then to have something like that happen. What did you come up with for a solution? Is it in a spot where you might be able to put a small quilt label? I'm sure you could find an iron on label at a fabric store or you could make one of your own, write on it with a permanent marker and hand stitch it in place. Google quilt labels and then look at images. Lots of ideas at Pinterest, too. You'll think of something cause you're a problem solver. Speaking of aging................ The older you get, the more you realize you have no desire for drama, conflict or any kind of intensity. You just want a cozy home, a nice book, and a person who knows how you drink your coffee.
Cheryl, I had already sewn a label into one corner before I put the binding on. I'm hat way I only had to ladder stitch two sides. I think I'm going to make another label to put over the hole with a little poem on it. The best kind of sleep 'Neath the stars above Is under a quilt Made with love. I'll put the little guy's name, weight and DOB on the first label. I tried using some fabric glue to mend it but I don't like how it looks so there will be another label. Problem solved.
What a cool story. http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/edmonton/engagement-ring-found-on-carrot-alberta-1.4248131