Stuffed Cabbage

Today I made stuffed cabbage for the first time. It is said to be a Polish dish. Which makes me wish I had some very dark Rye bread to serve with it and my friend in Tucson Michael, who is Polish to eat it. I served little red mashed potatoes instead of dark Rye bread. I am getting plumpy and not doing anything to stop the plumpy progress. To the potatoes I added butter and a dash of half and half. I best be careful as most of my jeans just fit with no room to grow. The topic being stuffed cabbage not stuffed me I will get back to the point.
I placed the whole head of cabbage in a large dish and I slow boiled it slowly, removing one leaf at a time. I eventually placed all the leaves in a dish to cool. For the filling, I picked up one pound of ground beef from the farmers market. I did discover that the cows in the north east are only grass fed part of the year due to the long winter. In such case I will not be buying beef again while I live here unless I win the lottery and can shop at Whole Foods/Whole paycheck.
For the heat in the dish I used one, very little, green and purple chili, that I bought at the farmers market. So pretty, but, for a little guy OH MY goodness he was hot. To test the heat I stuck my tongue just to the end of the chili after I cut it, off went a four alarm fire. I quickly got rid of the seeds and washed my hands, twice. One of my fingers still has a tingle. I sauteed the little chili in a little olive oil and added finely shredded carrot, ginger, garlic, clove and dried onions. (The dried onions were only because I am out of onions and to much of a fatty to ride my bike to the store and get more.) I mixed the carrot mixture, some half cooked brown rice and one egg into the ground beef. I made the little cabbage rolls drowned them in, tomato sauce water honey and clove and baked for an hour and a half. They are good and I think they will be even better tomorrow. Perhaps I should have friends over before my husband and I get more cubby with all the time on my hands. Mustn't be too chubby yet, the hubby brought me flowers when he came home.
Perhaps I should take up jogging before I have to start eating salads. No one wants to eat salads on cold New England evenings.