That may be the literal translation, but the name of the dish translates to something like “little pigeon”. And I won’t be making them till tomorrow - I’m just too tired and it’s a pretty labor intensive dish.
I’ll be going to Miami, too, but not till November. Maybe. Depends on what happens at a meeting that’s going on down there tomorrow.
Dinner was nummy! Ice cream in a little bit. I’ve vacuumed the carpet, and the dishwasher is running. Life is good.
I’ll be down there tomorrow afternoon. Want me to tell 'em whether or not you should go? Cause if’n you want to go I can say like, “That FCM is super smart and y’all should have here down here in November.” Or, if’n you don’t wanna go I can say like, “That FCM is dumber that a box of rocks. Y’all don’t want her down here in November.” See, either way I could be a good influence.
A miracle happened today in Columbus, GA. I went to the DMV to get my driver’s license, and actually got it on the first trip! Picture isn’t good, but isn’t terribly bad either. I told the lady who waited on me I wasn’t sure what had happened in there, but it was the most pleasant experience I had ever had there. The staff even smiled!
Then we went to Lowes to look for a light fixture for my office. I think Mr. SCL had been putting bulbs of a higher wattage than the old fixture was rated for in it, and it was showing scorchy marks. Since my office is in the cat suite, I am very paranoid about scorchy marks and stuff like that. So I requested a new fixture, rated for bulbs bright enought to actually be able to see with. It’s difficult to keep a desk lamp on a desk when there are felonious felines all over it.
Lowes didn’t have anything I liked, so we decided to go to Home Despot. I do not like Home Despot - the “you can do it, we can help” commercials get a “liar” comment from me every time. They did have a fixture I liked, so we got it. I wasn’t paying attention when Mr. SCL checked out, so it wasn’t until we got home that I noticed the price on the reciept was $38, when the price on the shelf read “formerly $38 now $31”. And of course Mr. SCL had already installed the fixture. I called HD expecting to get a bunch of BS, but a very nice CS rep told me to bring in the reciept and they will refund the difference. Two miracles in one day! Mr SCL has instructed me to buy lottery tickets when I go feed SIL’s dogs tonight.
Gee, thanks, swampy… but what I am supposed to be doing if I go to Miami is briefing my project. But only if the folks down there are interested in it, which is what my senior engineer is down there to find out.
So, while I appreciate the offer, don’t do me any favors… 
The plot thickens with the police dept. It just keeps getting weirder and weirder. The woman I was attempting to do the favor for was hung up on this afternoon. By, yes, the police department. She’s spoken to four different people there so far. I don’t think there are enough :rolleyes: for this one. It’s now gone up to the next level on our end, we’ve done all we can at our level. What a waste of everyone’s time! Of course, it’s not over with yet. They will probably waste even more time before it’s all over.
In Polish, it’s gołąbki - depending on your typefaces, this may or may not look right. The l has a diagonal tick through it and the a has a tail.
The English transliteration from Polish characters is golabki. Please note that’s already a plural form - golabkis is just wrong, it’d be like saying three blind mices.
The pronunciation is geh WUM kee. And yes, in its proper form, it’s insanely labor-intensive, which is why I made a cheater golabki last weekend - boil up the cabbage as usual, but instead of making rolls, layer it like a lasagna and bake. It’s better re-heated the next day.
The stuffing is meat and rice with some spice/herbs. Don’t sweat the details - think of it as a Polish variant of meatloaf. There are as many recipes as there are people making it.
The batch I made was a complete “wing it” (just like my meatloaf) where I tossed together raw hamburger, cooked rice, a bit of dill, some oregano, and a good heavy whack of salt and pepper. IIRC, I used about three pounds of burger, four “servings” of rice, as defined by the rice cooker, most of the head of cabbage and a full #10 can of tomato sauce. (not spaghetti or otherwise spiced/flavored) and what looked like an appropriate amount of the herbs. I don’t measure anything when I make meatloaf or soup - why should I start now?
All of this was layered into the pan from my electric countertop roaster - guessing it’s a roughly 12x17" thing. If you’re using a normal 9x13" baking dish, you’ll want to cut the amounts in half. In the big pan, it baked at 350 for close to two hours. Two days later, it was re-heated in the same pan and devoured.
Very very cool. Gotta hope that DNA testing has prevented a few people from being locked up for ages and ages too.
See, I’ve seen pictures of trebuchets before, and I figured it was something related, but a) I forgot the word trebuchet and b) it looked a bit different. Sounds kinda cool, though, throwing stuff around like that.
Had all kinds of stuffed cabbage questions, but I see on preview that gotti took care of them. Think I need to make some Polish stuffed cabbage lasagna. 
Horking is one of the reasons I don’t have pets. Yes, I’m occasionally *that *princessy.
Hi taxi! (And, hi scout, while I’m saying hi…)
Sorry to hear so many people aren’t feeling well. I’m tired and still a bit stressed, but better than yesterday.
Ooooh, more birthdays this week…yay! (And nobody better ask me what I want to be when I grow up… I’m not there yet.)
Dirty minds? Here? I’m… I’m… just shocked. :eek:
Or not.
Someone needs to command Rue to magically appear here. He hasn’t been by in AGES.
Guess I should get something done tonight…
Back later…
GT
How often do they completely shut down a freeway? And that is shut down as in diverting traffic off of the freeway and down incredibly convoluted backroads. In my previous experience the answer would have been ‘not that often’, but it has now happened to me twice within a month. On the same freeway. It took me over two and a half hours to get home today, and over 50% of that time was spent on a single, one mile stretch of freeway. To top it off it was the first time in a month that I had completely cleaned out my car, meaning that I had no books with me.
I feel for you, Alistair. I still remember with pain the time many years ago I got stuck on the freeway for over an hour, and in desperation ended up reading my daughter’s old Girl Scout manual, that was the only thing I could find kicking around on the floor of the car. Ever since that I have made sure I never, ever, EVER am without something to read in the car. Even if I’m just running out to the store for milk and bread.
So glad my commute isn’t that long and generally on a bus. Sorry it took so long!
I keep finding myself stuck on the bus with no one to talk to and nothing to read. I got good at dragging the daily crossword along with me for a couple weeks, but lately, I’ve been too busy to even pull that out.
I just finished 1/2 watching What’s Up Doc? for maybe about the 5,000th time. It’s still funny. And I can recite a disturbing number of lines while the movie is playing.
GT
Gah! Today is pet horking/puking/pooping day! I came home to a terrible stench and it was definitely poo! I asked who stunk up the bathroom and the reply was that no one had stunk up the bathroom, but that the dog had done a horrible mess on the carpet in the great room.
My son tried to clean it up with stain remover and such, but it was still there. So, I dragged out the steam cleaner and cleaned that whole area. Additionally, after cleaning the “big hunks” my son had neglected to take out the garbage, so that was adding to the stench. So, I took the garbage out too.
Tonight’s dinner will be Stouffer’s Mac and Cheese and pork shoulder steaks. I’m not such a fan of the Stouffer’s, but the hubby likes it.
So, now that I’ve cleaned that area of the great room, I am truly grossed out at the condition of the rest of the carpeting in my house. I am NOT going to steam clean it tonight though. I’d be up until three am and I have to get up at 4:30. That ain’t gonna work.
Glad you had a good experience at the DMV, SCL. Hubby’s experience was not so good last Saturday. He had gone down there to take the HAZMAT test again because he’d failed it by ONE question the previous week. At any rate, he passed this time with flying colors, but they wouldn’t give him his endorsement, because he wasn’t in the system as cleared by TSA. He had forgotten to take his letter from TSA with him. The letter from TSA explicitly said that they had notified the state he was good to go, but idiots at DMV said they didn’t have any record.
At issue here, is the fact they had renewed his license the previous week, where he had shown proof had passed the background check. Why wasn’t it in the system?! At any rate, he went down after work today, showed the letter, and they added the HAZMAT endorsement to his CDL. Unfortunately, on Saturday, the folks down at the DMV were real dickheads about the whole thing. The whole experience was the stereotypical bad DMV experience. :rolleyes:
Swampy, are you gonna try and do some fun stuff while you’re in Miami? Are you gonna try salsa dancing? I think that would be loads of fun, but hubby won’t even consider salsa dancing or lessons.
What a kill-joy.
Well, the Henderson Queer/Straight Alliance got in trouble today, and I couldn’t be happier. Someone complained that we had too many flyers up for our upcoming National Coming Out Day. I’m going to go around tomorrow and take pictures of all of the other violations that other groups have. I don’t think that we’re being targeted by Student Activities, because they love us. They love to give us money.
But the cool part? I’ve only actually put up 5 flyers. I sent a copy of it to all the members, and this year, they have been doing all of the legwork putting them up.
I’m a big dummy. Son came over today to get his birth certificate, 'cause he needed a second ID to open a checking account.
I couldn’t find it! It was not in all the usual suspect places. We had it with us when we went and got his latest driver’s license (when he lost his driver’s license again.) I swear I put it in this pile of stuff that needed sorting and filing.
Recently I cleaned that pile of stuff, and I thought I put the BC in the fireproof lockbox. Problem is, I lost my key to it about a year ago. So I had to wait until hubby got home with his key.
It wasn’t there! So obviously, when I cleaned that pile, I MEANT to put it in there, but didn’t because hubby wasn’t home and I didn’t have the key. So where the hell DID I put it? No clue.
I’ll be mailing off for a new copy tomorrow. Do you know how I feel, after telling him today that he has to bring it back immediately because he loses stuff all the time?
Like a big dummy.
My son called me today, first to tell me he was signing paperwork for an apartment (to move off base), and then a second time to actually give me his new address. Before he moves. Oh, and he also told me the name of his friend he’ll be rooming with. Without any tooth-pulling to get it out of him.
Color me shocked.
You know what’s going to happen, right? You’re going to find it AFTER the new copy arrives. That’s what always happens to me.
So, my Dad called me tonight. He had an appointment up at the Seattle VA to discuss treatment for his leukemia. It’s form of leukemia contracted due to Agent Orange (he’s a Viet Nam vet). I think it’s called CLL, but I’m not sure. At any rate, last week they discovered his white count was above 90,000. Today they informed him they’re going to treat him with the most aggressive form of chemo, five days a week, for six months. He returns on 24 October to find out when it starts.
So, I’ve had my bad three (my mother, MIL, now him). That’s enough for now, thank you very much.
The good news about my father is that this form of leukemia isn’t really fatal. He’ll have to undergo bouts of chemo every so often, though, for the rest of his life. The chemo will put the leukemia in remission for a period of time, then he must undergo treatment again. The leukemia will go into remission again, but for a shorter period of time. So, it will continue. Really, it sounds as if the cure is worse than the illness.
I have to relay a somewhat funny story about my friend’s son. He’s got something similar to autism, but I can’t remember the name of the illness. At any rate, he often speaks or acts out inappropriately. He’s on meds, etc, but still has some very rough days.
Yesterday, my friend received a call from the school. Her son had gotten himself in trouble and was at Stage 4 for disciplinary issues. This had been building over the course of several days, but yesterday was the first she’d heard anything. Anyway, I guess the straw that broke the camel’s back was something he said to the recess teacher. She was speaking to him about something or other, and he told her "You’re mama is SOOOOOOO fat, she uses I-5 as a slip and slide!" :eek: :eek: :eek: You know, with a normal kid, that is totally disrespectful and not acceptable. However, when she told me this morning, I tried SOOOO hard not to laugh, that I ended up snorting. She cracked up too. She told me it took all of her self-control to not laugh when she heard what he said.
Obviously, this did not go over well. So, my friend had to go to the school and talk to the principal and the school psychologist. Her son’s problems are documented with the school and he’s on an IEP. He doesn’t really get the meaning of what he said. He only knows he got a reaction. Unfortunately, a BAD reaction. All of his toys and games have been taken away, and he’s on restriction. So, he is being punished. Oh my goodness, though, I would have LOVED to have seen the expression on the teacher’s face when he said that!
:Sound of Mr. Lissar pouring a bucket of ice-cold water over himself:
Home from work. Time to wash dishes ansd prep the ham for overnight cooking. Oh, the excitement. Oh…
News Bulletin:
Driving Husband has been hired at my work. The fun part is that my manager (the hire-a-phobe) doesn’t hire friends, so we’ve got to pretend we don’t know each other, and everyone else (everyone else has met him and he’s friends with one other guy) has to pretend they don’t know him, either. So we’ve got a fun “You? I don’t know you!” act planned, and we’re going to gradually warm to each other.
Everyone thinks it’s hilarious. We’re not even working the same days, so there’s no danger of us standing around chatting and wasting time (more time than usual. My manager spent fiver hours last Christmas building a robot out of boxes in the basement).
Time for dishes and maybe a bedtime snack.
I’m home from work, it was kinda slow. At least there were fewer hell spawn than last night. The cat did hornk, an it was a silent hornk at that. :mad:
LiLi, just don’t tell the boss that he is one of your husbands.
Taters, I hope it goes well with your dad. I like the I-5 bit.
SCL, The Georgia DMV has issued an apology for the lack of waiting and frustration, and has taken steps to insure it will not be repeated.
FCM, stuffed cabbage sounds goo. My Polish mother never made it.
But, if you had brought a date… how would you have been supposed to try and hook up with any of the young single Marines looking purty in their uniforms?
Kill your aunt. I’ll hold her down for you!
Gold star for you!!
My grandmother’s recipe is very simple - ground beef, rice, onions, egg, salt and pepper. Roll it in scalded cabbage leaves and pack in the pot lined with other cabbage leaves. Chunks of potatoes may also be added at this point. Dot with butter, add water, cover with still more cabbage leaves and the pot lid, and cook. Then let it cool and stick it in the fridge till the next day. Reheat and find your bliss.
I know some folks dump tomato sauce all over it, but that’s just wrong! :eek:
And we just call them “ga-WUMPS” - Busi wouldn’t approve but what’s she gonna do - she died in 1972… Still, every bite brings back memories for me.
I [del]yelled at[/del] tried to prod him a couple of times, but I guess he just doesn’t love us any more. Or he seems to think his family and job come first. Either way, it’s apparent that his priorities are out of whack. Someone in the Cincy area needs to track him down and get him back in whack…