The other day, I told you about the rice dish I made for a party, and how I had to take home with me most of it and took some of it to my upstairs and downstairs neighbours in the house.
When my upstairs neighbours returned the bowl to me, there was something in it:
The family upstairs are originally from Turkey. The elderly lady hardly speaks any German; her husband can make himself understood well enough for us to talk about everyday matters, just nothing complicated - for such occasions, we need one of their sons to help.
I forgot to ask what these "eggs" are called, but my neighbour told me to heat them in the microwave before eating. Since until now every food I was ever given from this family in the 11+ years I've been living in this flat was really good, I had no doubts I was going to enjoy these, no matter what they were.
Turns out they were filled with nicely spiced minced meat, and the crust around it was nice and spicy as well, with little bits of pepper. To me, it appeared as if a Scotch Egg has fallen in love with Sicilian Arrancini, and they have had twins together :-)
I ate it with - surprise, surprise! - more rice. That rice was actually left over from before making the party dish, unspiced and unmixed, so I fried some fresh mushrooms with it and added bits of mozzarella to the pan and an egg. Altogether, it was a very filling "Making Do" meal, and finally, all rice is gone! I doubt I'll want rice anytime soon again!