As the French say, the more things change, the more they stay the same. Minus the olives, this is exactly what my diabetic grandpa ate in the USSR:
Kotlety, and believe me, you’ve lived your life in vain if you never tried kotlety. “Korean carrots”, a huge Soviet favorite. And pickled cabbage that we practically lived on and is the only thing that saved me after both of my bouts of COVID that destroyed my gut flora.
The plate is a gift but it’s irrelevant to me now because I can’t do starches like the plate demands.
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