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The first time I had cabbage rolls was at my grandfather’s funeral in 1996. It was January. In Cleveland. There was A LOT of snow on the ground, and it was COLD.
When we got back to the church hall after the interment, we dug into the buffet that had been laid out. When I got to a large pan of funny-looking, but heavenly-smelling rolls, I decided to just try one to see if I liked it.
I was not disappointed.
When I asked what they were, the church ladies seemed shocked that I had never had them before, and my mom was shocked that I liked them.