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We call those pigs in a blanket. My Dad used to make them.
Here they have a name in Russian, it sounds like “golubzi”. Nobody really knows where this name came from. There are only assumptions on the Internet that this is either some highly distorted word taken from the German language, or that it is somehow connected for some reason with a pigeon. Although for me the German word, or pigeon (golubi) is not at all like cabbage rolls.
It is unlikely that pigeons could have ended up in this dish; pigeons were eaten in Russia only during times of some serious war and famine. Although there are even meat, large breeds of pigeons and some people keep them, I have never heard of anyone eating them. They live here approximately in the same position as cats or parrots.
 
Pasha,,, we make both the cabbage rolls, and stuffed peppers. The procedure is similar to yours. We purchase the meat already ground. My mom used to make it on stovetop. We make it inside oven in a large covered cookware. The quantity is also large. we share with rest of family to take home after dinner. The top of everything gets a very generous layer of tomato based sauce used for spaghetty .
This is the pan we use. Not sure it is common where you live.
Similar utensils are quite used here, but more often we are too lazy to cook fully, so we simply cook similar cabbage rolls in saucepans. The sauce is diluted somewhat with water and it turns out to be something between a sauce and a thick broth.
It’s also sometimes customary here to fry cabbage rolls, but I don’t like it - the cabbage often turns out burnt and it’s not tasty.
For baking in ovens, clay, all kinds of pots and even figurines are often used here. But figurines are usually ceremonial dishes when guests are received. The rest of the time, something simpler is used.

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I know what you're talking about on that. I've seen some of that here. I've been taking care of a pig for a bit and a pig sanctuary was paying the vet bills so they had the choice of which vet. They use a very fancy clinic that's a two hour round trip from my home. So four hours of driving each time I took him there. They treated him for two months but kept sending him home with an active, undrained abscess and no antibiotics. I never even got to speak to the actual vet, only the vet tech that carries the animal back for treatment. I finally cut him open myself, drained and cleaned out the abscess, gave him penicillin shots from my home supplies for a few days and one week later he was good as gold. The most frustrating experience I've ever had. But o they had a beautiful vet site! A huge TV screen on the wall with changing pictures telling you all about animals and the vets. Little dog beds next to chairs so your puppy can lay down all comfy while you wait. Fanciest vet office I've ever seen, with the most incompetent vets I've ever experienced.
For this reason, I did not work with one of the veterinarians. Once I had a problem, a goat cut its udder, and it had to be sewn up and treated. I did not have the opportunity to take her to a veterinary clinic, and I completely lost trust in the veterinarian I called from another, expensive clinic. It ended with me putting the goat down, hastily washing the wound with vodka, stitching it up myself and treating it with antibiotic ointment. I didn’t even have anesthesia, the only thing that helped me out was that I sew quite quickly, although I learned this not at all in veterinary clinics, but in elementary school, where the teacher really loved to sew and at the same time forced the whole class to sew too. We sewed and embroidered, getting tangled in threads and losing needles on the floor, but as a result I learned to sew very quickly.
I learned how wounds are stitched from a paramedic who once stitched up my badly cut hand. So, I stitched up the goat’s wound and, oddly enough, it healed completely. True, more than once I had to apply antibiotic ointment to her so that the wound did not start to ripple.
The only big difficulty in this situation was that the goat had milk, and it was very disturbing in this regard; we had to think about whether to somehow put a catheter in the nipple so that it would flow out, or to milk it often. Otherwise, the milk prevented the wound from fully (hermetically) healing.
True, for this treatment I spent some very expensive gift bottle of vodka that someone gave to my father many years ago. Running to a store in a neighboring village for simple cheap vodka would be too far and long; the goat needed help. However, we somehow don’t drink alcohol at all, so this expensive bottle still stood only as a living room decoration. (our family is not Muslim, we don’t drink alcohol only because we have different tastes).
 
One thing is interesting to me - what was the owner of all this going to do with it all? Cut the metal and put it in a blast furnace or what?? Forge yourself a big sword like in computer games or fantasy movies? :)
Most likely cleaned out his home/garage of metal things,,, and take to sell at a recycling place. When we have garbage pickup, weekly in our neighborhood,, I always place all items of metal separately near the curb. There are numerous pickers that collect and recycle for money. They do drive small pickup trucks, with extended sides on truck bed.
 
Pasha,,, we make both the cabbage rolls, and stuffed peppers. The procedure is similar to yours. We purchase the meat already ground. My mom used to make it on stovetop. We make it inside oven in a large covered cookware. The quantity is also large. we share with rest of family to take home after dinner. The top of everything gets a very generous layer of tomato based sauce used for spaghetty .
This is the pan we use. Not sure it is common where you live.
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For this reason, I did not work with one of the veterinarians. Once I had a problem, a goat cut its udder, and it had to be sewn up and treated. I did not have the opportunity to take her to a veterinary clinic, and I completely lost trust in the veterinarian I called from another, expensive clinic. It ended with me putting the goat down, hastily washing the wound with vodka, stitching it up myself and treating it with antibiotic ointment. I didn’t even have anesthesia, the only thing that helped me out was that I sew quite quickly, although I learned this not at all in veterinary clinics, but in elementary school, where the teacher really loved to sew and at the same time forced the whole class to sew too. We sewed and embroidered, getting tangled in threads and losing needles on the floor, but as a result I learned to sew very quickly.
I learned how wounds are stitched from a paramedic who once stitched up my badly cut hand. So, I stitched up the goat’s wound and, oddly enough, it healed completely. True, more than once I had to apply antibiotic ointment to her so that the wound did not start to ripple.
The only big difficulty in this situation was that the goat had milk, and it was very disturbing in this regard; we had to think about whether to somehow put a catheter in the nipple so that it would flow out, or to milk it often. Otherwise, the milk prevented the wound from fully (hermetically) healing.
True, for this treatment I spent some very expensive gift bottle of vodka that someone gave to my father many years ago. Running to a store in a neighboring village for simple cheap vodka would be too far and long; the goat needed help. However, we somehow don’t drink alcohol at all, so this expensive bottle still stood only as a living room decoration. (our family is not Muslim, we don’t drink alcohol only because we have different tastes).
I sewed up a goat's udder, but luckily i have numbing liquid. The goat was very good about it. Even sewed up my own leg one time because i didn't want to take the time to sit in the ER for hours.
 

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