There’s such a thing as “too much cabbage”

I had wonderful Polish food for lunch today, but have discovered that there is such a thing as “too much cabbage”.  The meal opened with cabbage soup, then we had cabbage rolls, and then we had hunter’s stew with cabbage, and wow, the ol’ digestive tract isn’t sure what to make of it all.  It all tasted fabulous, but we were saddened because what had been a fully-themed Polish restaurant had become a “European” restaurant which also features a bar and gambling.  Instead of being bright and airy, it was dark and smelled of old cigarette smoke, like a casino.  I guess the place wasn’t making it on Polish food only, which is a shame.  We were the only customers in the place for lunch so we had the complete attention of the server, who provided a surprise piece of birthday cheesecake for dessert :)  I’d told her it was my birthday in an attempt to get her to improvise a “sampler platter” of food for us (something which used to be on the menu), but it didn’t work.  I did get free cheesecake, though.  Complete with a candle.

After lunch we went to two malls in town to exchange a sweatshirt Nancy had ordered online for me for a smaller size.  I’ve now completed my mall visit quota for the year—I just don’t enjoy them anymore.  I’d much rather shop from the comfort of my computer, but there are the occasional clothing size glitches.

Remember those two cats I mentioned not wanting to adopt in yesterday’s entry?  They’re coming home with us tomorrow.  I felt really trapped by the idea of the cats being put to sleep if we didn’t adopt them, so in the future if we want to add any pets to our home we’re going to keep quiet about it.  The current owner was kind enough to pay for full bloodwork for them and all their shots, so we know they’ll both have a clean bill of health, but it’s going to be a big adjustment for all of us.  If the cats can’t get used to the dogs and parrots, I don’t know what we’ll end up doing.  I’m crossing my fingers that this will have a peaceful and simple resolution.

So, those are my big birthday memories as I turn 39: gas and cats.

P.S.  I almost forgot to mention my biggest surprise gift of the day—Camden Toy sent a lovely autographed photo of himself as the flesh-eating demon, “Gnarl”, complete with an appropriately creepy birthday inscription.  Camden Toy is a very sweet and thoughtful guy :)

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 01/05 at 10:09 PM

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  1. Glad you enjoyed the polish food. There arnt any polish restaurants anywhere in Australia, only the local clubs with pokies and alcohol.

    Posted by Rod  on  02/12  at  06:25 PM
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