Just had to share this with someone...I've had a stomach virus for the past few days, so I've been living on soup and oyster crackers, and sometimes not even that...anyway. My grandma was cooking for us since my mom is sort of "under the weather" (she got so drunk she fell over and broke her arm...such things are normal in this household). Anyway, I went with my dad to pick up the food, and it turned out that she'd made these vegetarian golumpkis (I'm very embarrassed that I'm not sure how to spell that). Now, since becoming a vegetarian, the absolute only thing that I've missed is my grandmother's Polish food. She was explaining to me how she made sure every little thing she was using was vegetarian, and how she even cooked them seperately from the ones she made for my parents, which have pork. I was so touched that my eighty-something year old grandmother, who still calls black people negros (which is by the way, only a testament to how old-fashioned she is, because she's not racist) was being so openminded and making such an effort to make me some vegetarian comfort food. I almost cried. Anyway. I just thought it was a nice inspirational story.