The gigantic cabbage I bought last weekend (and I mean, alien species huge) kept giving me the evil eye from the fridge, and if you know anything about gigantic cabbages, you know they ain't nothin' nice to anger.
"Fine", I thought, "let's make vareniki."
Somehow in moving I lost track of the dry vermouth (the horrors!) so I bundled Danny into the car, drove the three minutes to the store, and bought a bottle. God, I love living next to a grocer. Life changing.
Danny loudly asks if I'm an alcoholic.
"Why on earth would you ask that?" I demanded.
"Because you're buying alcohol at ten in the morning. I thought if you buy booze before noon, you're an alcoholic."
"But...(I stammered) I'm not going to drink it, I'm going to make cabbage dumplings with it!"
I heard the laughing, but didn't dare look to see where it was coming from.