I usually make it in an oval casserole dish. ETA: I think my grandfather made it in a rectangular pan.
I’ve never seen it puff up. I wonder whether it was a different recipe?
I think the original dish and the modern version are barely related. The history section of the wiki discusses the evolution. I think kugel became synonymous with some form of cake in Yiddish.
I have an oval pan I might have made it in.
It calls this usage “pleonasmic”… in other words, a phrase which incorporates a structural or semantic redundancy. So that essentially gives a partial explanation for the provenance of that word.
The wiki article about pleopnasms includes a section about other translation pleonasms.
Now, how do I sculpt a non-fake, perfectly spherical, smooth 4000 lb ball of granite?
Start with a pick axe.
But, first things first:
Find a nice square block of granite. Pay for it, Mr. Moneybags.
Then pay the exorbitant price to have it delivered.
Thankfully, we are not talking about giant, stone, Kegel balls.
Probably like this, but bigger.
Get a 5000-7000 lb chunk of granite. Take off anything not round.
I tried that. I ended up with a statue of an elephant.
You should have tried to make a cow instead.
He’s a doctor sculptor not a brick layer theoretical physicist!
Hey, I papier mache-ed a Bigfoot butt.
I could probably papier mache a huge round object. Given loads of glue and a giant balloon.
I know could make a rock. Won’t hold up in the weather, I’m afraid.
We do have a giant boulder on this property. It’s a rare thing out here.
We call it the Bible* rock. Lots of folks have signed it and left messages.
*don’t ask
I’m fascinated by this subject. I’ll keep doing my research.
And you teeming millions
do alittle field experimenting.
I’m not directly responsible if you get chased off or arrested
I’ll wait for your updates😳
Now you know we have to!
I realize this thread has metamorphized since its igneous beginnings, but once upon a time in Tucson along the Aviation Bikeway, I was in fact surprised to find such a fake rock.
Part of the outside had broken away, revealing the chicken-wire and hollow interior.
It was the more amusing to me since this was part of a “natural” scenic trail, not something intended to conceal equipment or decorate a business property.
A picture was taken, alas twenty years and it seems lost to me. Tried to scroll through Google Streetview searching for it, but no bueno. So you’ll just have to take my hearsay for it.
People write their names and birthdates. Like in a family Bible.
Or… Son-of-a-wrek named it that while it fourth grade. He was a bit of
A Jesus-freak in those earlier conspiracy theory days of his life.
He was appalled we didn’t own a family Bible.
The DaVinci code was apparently to mature of a book to let him read.
I was coming home. The Li’l speed demon(wrekker) stopped at an intersection. There’s was a grass island deviding the turn lane from the other lanes.
Big rock planted right there. Only a few feet from me.
I started unbuckling the seat belt.
The silly girl grabbed the back of my waist band. She said: “oh no you don’t!” And sped off.
Who’s the Mother? Who’s the child? The dynamic is changing between us.
Funny. I kinda like it.
Then she borrowed $100 bucks off me cause she forgot to go to the ATM.
Aarggh!
(BTW, I’m sure the big rock was fake. I looked back before we got too far away. I saw a stake or wire conduit showing. Who are they trying to fool? Son-of-a-wrek is sure it had nefarious electronics spying on us, in there.)
[Captain America} I understood that reference.
Is this the wall-o-rock:
https://www.tripadvisor.co.nz/LocationPhotoDirectLink-g60856-i25635185-Hot_Springs_Arkansas.html
Yes, I think so