She used to make this recipe that she learned from her mother, old school stuffed cabbage, east european/jewish style. I remember not liking it too much, but we're all hoping it will trigger some memories for her. I may have to make a sandwich later though.

Anyone still make stuffed cabbage?

I don't think there was one.

why do you talk to drafter like that?

hope your mom gets better,,,

wheel,

Dude, you're looking to feed cabbage to a lady who forgets where the bathroom is?

I loves me some stuffed cabbage when it's done up just right. MIL is a lousy cook, but she makes a mean golumpki.

Alzheimers is tough. My grandmother is slipping away fast. Can no longer remember most family members.

But I'll tell you what: she is happy when you visit even if she isn't sure who you are all the time.

I would google for a recipe and see which one sounds similar to what you've eaten before.

Good luck.

Golumpki sounds like some sort of urban dictionary rugby player position. Yikes

Alzheimer's sucks. No easy way to put it. Sorry to hear about that fuzz. Good luck with the stuffed cabbage

My mother and my wife have recipes somewhere for "unstuffed" stuffed cabbage that was pretty tasty. I'd hunt it down if you want, but probably won't be much help tonight.

Sad about your Mom, Fuzz.

you're better than that.

It was the tomato style, but no raisins. Sweet tomato sauce. I used brown sugar and apples. Tasted pretty good, but not the kind of food I'd want to eat too often.

My mother saw me put it on her plate and said 'my mom used to make that'. Was cute.

My grandmother was everywhere from Moscow in 1918, to Poland, Lithuania, East Germany and Germany and spoke 6 languages. She cooked a lot of what I know now to be jewish recipes and spoke yiddish. I never heard all the stories of the war, but she must have known a lot of Jewish people. I wonder what happened.

I think my wife's recipe for unstuffed calls for ginger snap cookies!

Your grandmother overlapped the tracks of most of my grandparents, a familiar trek whose participants are rapidly fading away. Much of the uprooting and resettling was forced, despite deniers, and much by choice before death or unwanted relocation. Yet somehow the food lived on! Food and memories, food and culture, inseparable.

...actually, I don't think he is...:-k

sorry about your mom, Fuzz. My grandmother went out that way, wife's grandmother too, and it sucks hard.