Somethings about living overseas have changed me and made me different. I am still me, of course, but there are times that I just chuckle.
In Mongolia, we eat gobs and gobs of cabbage. I didn't particularly love cabbage. but guess what? I love it now. If I don't have it in the house, I want it. I like it in salads, on tacos, in soup, steamed with curry, steamed with just salt. I love it.
When I chop cabbage, i chop it Mongolian style. I could NEVER get mine as thin as they do. They cut it machine thin. I don't know how. They call my cabbage cuts--- "ohur bitsza" that means cow cabbage, as in large and wide like a cow! So now I pull out the ohur bitsza and I don't include these fatter pieces in my salads. Guess who comes running for the cow pieces?
My kids. They beg for it like a treat. They come back to the cutting board, right by my side and try to steal it. I have to hold back their fingers and tell them to wait as I get closer to the stem where all the best ohur bitsza grows. Then they run away happily munching on cabbage.
3 comments:
I think cabbage is in your genes. You know you are Russian. So it was meant to be...cabbage in your meals. My Mom always made meals with cabbage. I love it.
It's strange that you lived so close to Russia.
Love your thoughts.
Mom xoxox
i WISH my kids came running for anything green!! that is awesome!
I agree with Shauna! Both L and E turn their noses at anything green. Grrr!! I love cabbage!
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