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Wednesday, June 21, 2006HalushkiTonight, my ethnicity reared its head. I made halushki for supper. Not because of some fond throw-back to my Ukranian roots, but because...well...it's a cheap meal. Five hundred points to the reader who knows what halushki is. (Sorry, Jamie, you can't play!) Basically, it's browned cabbage-n-onions with homemade noodles. Maybe "noodle" isn't the right word. They look more like cream-colored blood clots. It's just eggs, flour, and salt mixed together and plopped by bits into boiling water. And tonight is actually the first time I got them right. Halushki is especially good with ketchup. Yes, it's really me, the gourmet food snob, talking. What can I say? I like halushki. Actually, my entire family likes halushki. Except Spencer. He tasted one of the blood clots and deemed it inedible. Then he went for the cabbage -- strand by strand. Dipped in ketchup with a pained expression on his face. Chewed about 4,327 times and not quite swallowed. You'd have thought I was feeding the child fried bird droppings. I finally shoveled a big forkful into his mouth and told him to chew and swallow it so that he could have his cookies. The gagging noises that followed were not for the fainthearted. Oy, that child. He needs to spend a couple of weeks in a Third World country. So I've got enough halushki in the fridge for my lunch tomorrow. Doesn't that sound glamorous? And there's your glimpse into the life of a homeschooling mom/writer/Yankee-trapped-in-the-South for today. You're dying to start a fan club, aren't you? Don't answer that. |
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10of my readers are feeling chatty:
Pass the ketchup...I'll be down for leftovers. I make it regularly...but wimp out and use bowties!
Yuck! I agree with Spencer. You need to find some good Irish potato recipes.
Oh, and I knew what it was too. Of this fact, I am not proud.
Fried bird droppings are a delicacy in Wagadoogoo.
The noodles sounded yummy until you called them "blood clots".
Being from the south, I like cabbage. I don't think I've ever had it fried though. Mamaw used to boil it with salt and oil. Mmmmmm
I tried to make it once and it looked like mush. :(
Sounds interesting...except for the "looking like blood clots." I guess I could try it with my eyes closed. lol
Jenna
Halushki?
Gesundheit.
Hmmmm, my mother used to make this, only the noodles weren't homemade, and we're not Ukranian, and she may have stirred a little sour cream in to up the fat content. Not sure I have anything to compete with blood clots, unless dad's once-monthly Sunday breakfast of scrambled eggs and calf brains counts.
I gotta tell you ... my mother stuffed MY hated food into my mouth and forced me to eat CREAMED SPINACH once. That was the LAST time too! I cannot nor will I even try to eat it to this day! Poooooor Spencer ... I hope halushki doesn't have the same effect on HIM 30, 40 or more years down the road! LOL
But I understand! I'd like to do that to my husband who absolutely refuses to eat anything that even has come NEAR mushrooms. He just doesn't know what a goooood thing he is passing up!
The worst thing I ever got?
BOILED okra... not fried, boiled.
It was like rubber celery with Elmers glue in it.
A close second was bottled cherries. My oldest brother and sister snarfed a bundle of fresh cherries one year, so mom bottled probably 100 quarts of cherries. Of course, my brother anbd sister didn't eat them, and we, the younger siblings were forced at parent point to eat them.
They were bottled in Tennessee, and moved to Utah where they were served to us after ooglating in their bottles for several years.
What they looked like was not what you would picture as a cherry. The were a dull purple color, and they were soft and slimy.
We had so many of them that we got them at practically every meal.
I HATE CHERRIES! :)
Halushka blot clot casserole? Sounded interesting.
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