-=> Quoting Michael Loo to Jim Weller <=-

 JW> Svickkova - Beef Sirloin In Cream Sauce

 ML> Would go well with the below.
 ML> Grandma Vanicek's Czechoslovakian Potato Dumplings
 ML> These are *not* fluffy dumplings as in chicken and dumplings.
 ML> They are a "sturdy" potato dumpling

Speaking of such, central and eastern Europeans also seem to like
heavy dumplings the size of softballs made from raw bread dough,
just kneaded, not raised. They are nasty boiled but somewhat
palatable if they are then sliced and fried in butter or lard
afterwards.

Roslind's Mom's current husband (she's been widowed twice) is
German-Canadian and grew up poor. We once took them to a fairly
upscale Austrian restaurant and bread dumplings were on the menu as
an optional side dish for the boiled beef. Hank was surprised to see
them on the menu of a white tablecloth place and waxed nostalgically
about boyhood dumplings his mom made on breadmaking day and how good
they tasted after walking home from school on a cold, windy Prairie
day. So we just had to order two of them.

These ones were boiled, sliced, fried in garlic butter and then
sprinkled with chopped parsley, with both mustard and horseradish
available for dabbing on them and so rather tasty. I thought they
were going to be a substitute for potatoes but they turned out to
come as well as. The only way we managed to finish off even one of
them was with copious quantities of imported beers. Hank and I
ordered one of everything we had never heard of before and split
each one. That's when I had my first Kriek. So Hank and I split one
of them and took the other one home to re-heat in the toaster oven
for breakfast. Roslind and Olive declined to get involved with
either the dumplings or the beer.

Speaking of cold Prairie winds I still get shivers listening to this
old folk song by Ian and Sylvia Tyson ...

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

Think I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall
I got some friends that I can go to working for
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are goin' good
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
There ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there


Cheers

Jim


... An especially fine example of Eastern European dumplingcraft.

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