Down here in Texas it is tamales. I will be taking some to my grandmother (born in Del Rio and since banished to Oklahoma) for Christmas. I have a polish friend online that I might work out an exchange program with though. .
I tried making tamales once. What a disaster! I was finding little globs of tamale dough in odd places in the kitchen for months. I guess you really do need to take the class. ;>)
My dad once took me to a polish-american workmen's tavern in the factory district of Chicago where he worked. There we had some delicious golumki for lunch. Except no beer for me; I was only a kid then.
It wasn't until about 25 years later that I re-discovered this dish, meat (pork and sometimes beef) wrapped in spiced pickled cabbage leaves. Except that the Croats (Serbs and Slovenes too) know it as sarma.
As I recall, the Poles serve it with some sort of tomato sauce. The south slavs don't use tomato paste as much as some other Europeans.
Now I'm old enough to eat this stuff with good polish-american beer from Stevens Point, Wisconsin. Point Special, they call it.
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It wasn't until about 25 years later that I re-discovered this dish, meat (pork and sometimes beef) wrapped in spiced pickled cabbage leaves. Except that the Croats (Serbs and Slovenes too) know it as sarma.
As I recall, the Poles serve it with some sort of tomato sauce. The south slavs don't use tomato paste as much as some other Europeans.
Now I'm old enough to eat this stuff with good polish-american beer from Stevens Point, Wisconsin. Point Special, they call it.
Hot damn! I get hungry just thinking of it.
Arnold Harris
Mount Horeb WI
Of course we all lose our tempers now and then. Dean freely admits to being imperfect in this regard, which is why regulars to this establishment will generally be cut more slack than people who we don't know very well.
Still: behave like an adult, or go find somewhere else to play. Thanks.