After you said no eyeballs. What is plov without eyeballs? Now you tell me that.
That’s a whole lotta plov.
Well, we could always do like in *My Big Fat Greek Wedding, * as in roast an entire lamb on a spit in the yard first before composing the rest of the plov. Unless, of course, someone knows where one can source a whole, fresh killed camel in the Chicago area. Barring that, a packet of frozen camel eyeballs will do, but I’m guessing they’re fresh out of those at Jewel.
Plus plov is most authentically cooked in a large, deep cast-iron basin. I lost access to one of those when I dumped the asshole ex-boyfriend, so unless someone wants to lend me one, y’all will have to settle for nonstick. That means no nice crusty brown rice on the bottom, but somehow I doubt anyone will know what they’re missing.
But yes, I am psychologically prepared to cook enough plov for an Uzbek village wedding.
I will be moving to a new pad by May 1, so hopefully the dust will have settled, and I will see all of your smiling faces in chicago.
love,
rubes
Yummy yummy yummy I’ve got plov in my tummy…
I don’t know what kind of uncultured Jewel YOU live by, Eva, but they have plenty of camel at the Jewel by me. Whole and freshly killed, and wrapped up on a giant pink styrofoam tray. Right next to the giraffe chops.
I got my plane tickets. I got my hotel reservations with Jane D’oh! (I hope.) and I am prepared to be in Chicago.
Just wanted to throw down my name for whoever is putting the list together.
pat
I’m so there, dude.
Well, I guess I’ll have to pass then.
WTF? You better be around, ass.
Well, maybe one of the halal butchers on Devon Ave. will have something. Or maybe my friend in Turkmenistan can Fedex me a camel.
Depending on how many people we’re talking about, and how many are game to try something new and a little offbeat, I may pass the hat for the plov. I don’t mind cooking like a maniac (actually, I’m always looking for new victims, ummmm, I mean, people who enjoy trying new things), but past a dozen people or so, this could get a bit expensive. Would this be OK?
Of course it’s okay with me! I just want to be able to say plov. Plov, plov, plov.
I wasn’t that upset about Meigs Field until now. Daley has robbed Chicago of Johnny L.A.'s presence! He must be destroyed!
As usual, my friend Demo puts it much better than I. 
I don’t know too much about flying, but can you use the airport in Gary?
Will goat do? There’s a butcher a few blocks from me that’s running a special on goat.
Lessee… [checking 1950’s era Betty Crocker cookbook]… It says here that goat is an acceptable substitute for camel, if you add a quarter-stick of butter for each pound.
No, really! It’s right after the section that tells the homemaker to put on a fresh dress, perfume and pearls right before Ward gets home.
Well, actually, lamb is traditional for most versions of plov. Ideally it should be the indigenous fat-tailed lamb of the Pamir Mountains, but we’ll probably have to settle for the garden-variety kind. The camel eyeball thing was the first time I’d heard of non-lamb-based plov, and frankly, I wonder if the Turkmen weren’t just playing games with my friend, the dumb American.
Anyone wanna bet me there isn’t a single Doper who could answer the camel plov issue conclusively?
I suppose hot and steamy haggis with a side of fresh Rocky Mountain oysters is out of the question?
Btw, I’m flying in from Portland, Oregon. Is anyone else travelling from a great distance for this event?
NOOOOOO!!! Don’t go to Gary!!! That’s where Michael Jackson was spawned!! And you might get shot walking down the street!!! Here’s what the South Bend FOP has to say about Gary!!! (They say the most in the 2nd and 4th paragraphs.) I, for one, would be uncomfortable in Gary. (Hammond ain’t no picnic either!! Drove through there once by accident AT NIGHT.)
As long as you don’t expect me to eat it, or expect to kiss me afterward, you can eat whatever you damn well please.
I seriously got dizzy with nausea just reading that.
Czarcasm, I’m coming from Las Vegas, which means that you’re coming from about 300 miles further than me (according to Yahoo! maps). Surely, someone will be along soon to beat our miles traveled.