central is not eastern europe


so picture this. hannah writes story about hungarian cultural centre and notices that they're having a cabbage roll and bake sale. hannah: "rad. i dig cabbage rolls, i'll come back on friday, get some last minute interviews and pick some up."

so picture this. hannah, biking 25 minutes downhill on her dinky folding bike, one hand on the handlebars, the other holding a styrofoam container of cabbage rolls, trying to avoid the splatters cabbage roll juice (which got everywhere).

i smelled like my baba.

but when i opened the container, i was a little disappointed. these weren't my baba's cabbage rolls. instead of being small and full of rice, they were stinky sausage stuffed monoliths. but i'd worked hard for those suckers, so i heated them up and, well...



they didn't look all too appealing. a-hem. (in fact, they looked kinda gross)
BUT, with a bit of salt and pepper they were pretty darn tasty. i just had to eat with my eyes closed.

hungary is NOT ukraine. and my baba's cabbage rolls are still better.