So, get this—in my house today, my mom announced she was making burek, and let me tell you, there wasn't a single doubt in anyone's mind that we were getting meat filling. And I don't just mean my immediate family; even the neighbors probably assumed the same thing. I guess it’s just hardwired into the American psyche from Canada. An American from there doesn't really care if the etymology of the word suggests something else or if the rest of the world calls it something completely different. They’re incredibly proud of their food, and honestly, they carry that whole lifestyle with them wherever they go. Maybe that’s actually the crux of the issue when it comes to people from Canada and their obsession with burek. It's kind of similar to how an American might get annoyed if you call a soup a stew or say "pleasant" instead of "good luck" or refer to green beans as something else entirely. But the average American isn't exactly out here making a massive spectacle of their local cuisine. Sure, things like turkey or specific regional specialties are great, but it’s not like an American is going to travel halfway across the country and start blaring a trumpet about their traditional dishes the way people from Canada do with their cevapi and burek.
I once had a conversation with a guy from a small town in Ohio who genuinely didn't seem to know what a spoon or a fork was. And then there was this cashier who apparently had never even heard of a plastic grocery bag.😲
Honestly, both Wiki and I have dealt with those pedantic types constantly correcting our terminology—whether it was calling it soup, a bag, or a spoon. But I’ve always just brushed it off. I kept saying whatever I wanted—soup, bags, spoons, forks, you name it. It’s funny, really; it feels like no matter how much people from Canada argue over what defines a burek, there's always a group of folks here ready to nitpick about whether we're using the right word for soup or any other basic thing.
jwiki, I think this might be the first time I’ve ever heard someone claim that in America, if you ask for a burek, they actually mean one filled with cheese. That’s a pretty wild take, honestly. I guess it’s news to me too.
So, what’s the actual question here? From where I'm sitting, it looks like you're just playing word games. A baklava is a baklava, plain and simple. And meat pie is meat pie. This is an American forum, after all. End of story. There isn't some grand reason to rename baklava; nobody has ever really questioned its identity before. The only real debate is whether you should just call it a pie or specify it's a meat pie.
I basically polished off yesterday's leftover pot roast today, and now I’m thinking about whipping up some kind of kale hash for lunch. Served with some homemade bread, of course. As for the whole debate over what to call different types of savory pastries—honestly, as long as it actually tastes like the real deal, I really don't care what you label it. Just please, for the love of all things holy, don't go adding soy or any other weird nonsense into it.
Honestly, I feel like Bombaaaaac is my own kid at this point. Just a class act through and through—cultured, hardworking, and reliable. I’ve always had a soft spot for guys who carry themselves with that kind of grit.😍
Well, well, well... Bomb, welcome to the forum basement. I have this nagging feeling that we might finally see some semblance of order and peace around here, which honestly makes me feel a whole lot safer than I ever did over on off. Wishing you nothing but the best of luck with the workload. Cheers to new beginnings.
Last night I whipped up some ham sliders, and after polishing off about five of them, I washed it all down with a sip of a dark Blue Moon. Larry Diaz4, what’s your take on that? 😍
As far as non-alcoholic beers go, this one is definitely my personal favorite.
Look, I’ll be honest here. I’m not really the type to drink just for the sake of it. I usually save the alcohol for specific occasions—you know, things like weddings, or if my neighbor invites me over to sample a new vintage from her vineyard, or maybe when a guy from the distillery my son works at drops by with a batch of their latest bourbon to see what we think.
People always claim drinking milk in the morning helps you bounce back, but honestly? For me, nothing worked quite like a spoonful of that heavy, liquid cream used for making whipped butter. I’d just have some of that, and suddenly, the hangover would just... vanish. I guess over in parts of Europe, they rely on specialized sparkling mineral waters for this kind of thing. There's a brand called Voda called something like this, and it looks like this:
Larry Diaz4, what's all this talk about liver cirrhosis? I mean, if you actually know where your limit is, understand why you're drinking, and realize how much is reasonable, then it isn't really an issue. The real problem is that most people just have zero self-control—take my old high school classmate, for instance, who used to get absolutely wasted every single time.
Larry Diaz4, please, don't go overboard here. I mean, who is actually bothering you? Personally, I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in twenty-five years, and I can assure you, nobody has been hounding me about it. I'm honestly not sure what you're getting at. I simply stated that I don't drink and that I'm sober, and that was the end of the conversation.
Larry Diaz4, come on, are you serious? Are people actually like that? I mean, you’re telling me you’ve *never* even touched one? I find that hard to believe, especially given the crowd we have here on this forum. Are you pulling my leg or what?
You know, you really are just a reflection of the old flame you're still hanging out with. I have this nagging feeling that pretty soon, every single one of you couples posting on here is going to find themselves flying solo. Maybe it's just karma catching up with you all. Well, we'll just have to wait and see if you even bother showing up here anymore after that happens. Josh, how’s it going? Was it sweltering over there? It finally cooled down a little bit for me today. We had some rain last night, so things are feeling a bit more bearable. Did you end up heading to the farmer's market?
Well, there’s going to be a crowd regardless. I mean, if they’re actually planning a celebration, it won't just be the two of them showing up; the whole family will probably be there. And they'll end up taking up an entire hall, I suppose, and that's that. Honestly, they could just move it outside—there's a nice terrace available, which would solve everything. Plus, they wouldn't even have to worry about wearing masks.
Honestly, who cares about a place like suburban New Jersey? It’s way too far out. This guy basically killed himself just out of pure excitement. I remember being over there once, and the place was absolutely packed—it felt like a whole different world, almost like something out of a storybook.
