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Dolmades (stuffed grape leaves).

I'd been wanting to make these for a long time despite the fact that the few
times I'd tried them over the years they were always o.k., but not
particularly exciting. And then, two weeks ago, I went to a Greek
restaurant, "Opa!", after the Chicago fly fishing show, with Joel and
Margaret. We decided on a variety of appetizers rather than each ordering
an entree. It had been a couple years since I had dolmades so I figured,
what the hell, it was time to give them another try. They were GOOD!.

FF to last Saturday. Becky was in SoCal doing the Snowbird tourist thingy
and me and Cullen were wondering what to do with the day. He voted for
peeing on the shrubbery, chasing pikas, licking hi.......um.....well, never
mind about that. Sez I, do what you please, I'm cooking. But, what?
Hm......

Casting my mind back to near about the limits of my memory, I stumbled
upon......yeah, you got it.

So, off I go to the local Greek market. Spent a wonderful hour chatting up
the proprietors.....well, actually, the FORMER proprietors......father and
mother of the current proprietor, a pleasant young chap who loves to cook
and whom I'd spoken with in the past when purchasing that unpronounceable
cheese used for making saganaki (the flaming is bull****, quoth he,.....all
show.....no real point to it). He wasn't there.....they were. Anyway, I
inform the lovely couple (in fits and starts between various conversational
digressions) that I want to make dolmades. We consult her memory (in fits
and starts and broken English) and a couple of cookbooks. Cutting to the
quick, I left the store with a new cookbook, a big jar of grape leaves and
sundry other goodies that looked lonely sitting on the shelves, and a
warning to be careful of the ice in the parking lot.....they'd told the
landlord (the owner of the strip mall) that it was dangerous but he hadn't
done anything about it yet. O.k., sez I, and walks out the door and
promptly fall on my ass. Ouch. ALWAYS listen to old people......how do you
think they GOT that way? :(

The cookbook and a rapidly fading memory of the recent conversation
conspired to make my head spin. I went online......and found this!
(first hit on Google):

http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mjw/recipes/e...vgolomeno.html

I am constitutionally incapable of leaving a recipe alone.....a recipe
molester, if you will. I used fresh mint. I left out the butter (but
coated the bottom of the pan with about a tablespoon.....maybe....of olive
oil.....I mean, NOBODY actually measures that sort of thing......right?. I
added a quarter cup of finely chopped toasted pine nuts. I did not measure
the lemon juice either for the dolmades or the sauce......I simply used all
the juice of a medium lemon for each. I rolled the mixture into a cylinder
about the diameter of a standard hot dog weenie and about an inch and a half
long ....on average. Grape leaves vary in size.....the size of your mini
sausages should vary to suit. Be gentle. The mixture should be very moist
and loose.....you can't treat it like plain ground meat.....I used ground
chuck, by the way.......um......the beef kind.....not the librarian. I used
a 14 ounce can of Swanson's chicken broth (fresh out of home made, drat the
luck!) and maybe a cup or so of water for the cooking.....just enough to
cover. Two tablespoons of corn starch for the sauce.

This recipe makes about 40 dolmades.....just four or five too many to fit in
a single layer in my 10 inch sauté pan. The extras went on top, in a second
layer. Made no difference.

Indescribably tasty! I ate as many as I could....maybe ten or so....with
bread and cheese. I went to Jay's house to play woodshop the next day and
took a dozen or so. He says they're the best he's ever had. Me and Becky
ate the remainder for supper when she got home on Monday.

The next batch should be ready in......hm.....let's see.....oh, about 23
minutes! :)

Bon Apetit!

Wolfgang

Saturday afternoon in the kitchen
 

"Tt:"? What the hell is that? :(

I'm guessing that should have been "OT:"

Wolfgang

Saturday afternoon in the kitchen
 

Wolfgang wrote:

"Tt:"? What the hell is that? :(

I'm guessing that should have been "OT:"

Wolfgang


Tt = tasty treat

....and not an olive in the whole mix.

does stouffers offer dolmades? g

jeff (acquainted with most microwavable cuisine)

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On 2/18/06 5:22 PM, in article , "Wolfgang"
wrote:

Dolmades (stuffed grape leaves).

Please put these on the menu for the Yooper-do.

I went to Jay's house to play woodshop the next day

Do tell!

Me and Becky
ate the remainder for supper when she got home on Monday.

"Becky and I..."

Carry on. :-)

Bill

Saturday afternoon in the kitchen
 

Wolfgang wrote:
"Tt:"? What the hell is that? :(

I'm guessing that should have been "OT:"

Wolfgang

That stuff sounds a lot like fleischkuekle. Next time your driving
throug NoDak stop at a non-chain, off the freeway cafe and order up a
couple. It's origion is German, Russian and maby a little Norway as
well. All place where grapes don't grow (well).

Saturday afternoon in the kitchen
 

"Jeff Miller" wrote in message
news:ZdOJf.5235$Tf3.2861@dukeread09...
Wolfgang wrote:

"Tt:"? What the hell is that? :(

I'm guessing that should have been "OT:"

Wolfgang
Tt = tasty treat

...and not an olive in the whole mix.

Well, a bit of oil......but that's a mere technicality, I suppose.

does stouffers offer dolmades? g

Good God, I hope not! :(

jeff (acquainted with most microwavable cuisine)

These reheat very nicely. :)

Wolfgang

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"William Claspy" wrote in message
...
On 2/18/06 5:22 PM, in article , "Wolfgang"
wrote:

Dolmades (stuffed grape leaves).

Please put these on the menu for the Yooper-do.

So let it be done. So let it be written.

I went to Jay's house to play woodshop the next day

Do tell!

Jay has been the custodian of all my stationary power tools for the past ten
years. He's got space......I don't. His dust dollection system
sucks......um......well, actually, the problem is it doesn't.

So, he's got this monster vacuum thingy hooked up to all the machines via a
set of hoses. Each of the hoses has what is known as a "blast gate" at the
end nearest the machine. In theory, you close all of the blast gates except
the one for the machine you happen to be using at the time and all the dust
gets sucked away and filtered out. The problem is that the blast gates are
cheap crap and don't work. The slide that is supposed to close them off
runs through a narrow track that gets clogged with dust despite (or perhaps
because of) the fact that it is a loose fit. Naturally, even when the slide
moves freely, the fit is so loose that much air passes around the gate.
Bottom line....suctions sucks.....um.....or doesn't.....you know. Jay found
plans for a clog free, close tolerance blast gate in some magazine. All
wood.....easy to make. Jay also had some chunks of Corian countertop
material lying about. We used this instead. Works like a charm! :)

The stuff is a bit of a bitch to work with, though.

Me and Becky
ate the remainder for supper when she got home on Monday.

"Becky and I..."

Carry on. :-)

You and Becky?........carry on? But.....but.....she said she was visiting
with an old friend from school.

Wolfgang
goddamn oversexed librarians! :(

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"William Claspy" wrote in message
...
On 2/18/06 5:22 PM, in article , "Wolfgang"
wrote:

Dolmades (stuffed grape leaves).

Please put these on the menu for the Yooper-do.

Oh Bull****, please do not

In exchange I will bring a ****load of stuffed grape leaves and other
recipes from that area of the world.

Wayne
Who despised the food at his mother's family gatherings

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Hmmmm, maybe you are human, after all... when I read the comments to
this post, I had to go google and check it out.

Although I know them as "Dolmas" (maybe mine are bigger), your modified
recipe is very close to mine (I can't imagine making Dolmas with out
pine nuts and mint), although I don't add meat, I do add cinnamon
(ground fresh from store bought sticks).

The height of old europe, low brow, decadence is to dip dolmas in
tadzhiki

Unfortunately, other than spannikopita and baklava, my SO hates greek
food, so all of the tadzhiki, mousouka, and gyros have to wait until
business takes her elsewhare.

Skwala
Who always has a jar of grape leaves in the cub board for when the
dolma jones hits.

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wrote in message
oups.com...
Hmmmm, maybe you are human, after all...

Thus making a significant difference between us plain enough that even you
can see it.

Wolfgang
who knows that adult human beings are capable of deciding just what it is
they wish to converse about.......and how to choose and set an appropriate
tone.