I made golubtsy. Klara looked at one, sniffed it, and took one minuscule bite, eyeing the golubets suspiciously. Then she took another tiny bite. Suddenly, her face lit up.
“It’s samosa! Mommy, this is samosa!” she exclaimed.
I can’t explain how hilarious that is that my kid is more familiar with samosas than with golubtsy.
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