How To Treat Pets

2024 Author: Sebastian Paterson | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 13:47

The most favorite and common fish dish in Jewish cuisine is gefilte fish (stuffed fish). Each housewife has her own secret of her preparation. "The best recipes for Jewish cuisine".

Compiled by G. Rosenbaum

- Well? Did Volodya buy fish? Great, come tomorrow morning, let's go shopping, and then we'll cook. Have working women have the right to rest at least one day a year, if not on the eighth, then even on the ninth of March ?!

So, we decided to have a bachelorette party for five people. For the eighth, everyone had plans, so I signed up to make a table, and the gathering was scheduled for the ninth.

- Hello, Aunt Inna! Can I come to you tomorrow to cook, and the day after tomorrow we will sit with the girls? You are going to the dacha anyway, but they will terrorize me at home with calls. Well, thank you!

Not a single holiday has passed without work! If it's a day off according to the schedule, then they will definitely call, and if they don't, they will torture you with telephone conversations. On the first of January, at ten in the morning, I was impatient to call a doctor for a cat who had been suffering from cystitis for two weeks. On his birthday, they dragged him out to the puppy right from the festive table - they could not decide whether they liked it or not, whether to take it or give it to the breeder. Well, this time I'll take refuge with my neighbor. I decided to cook gefilte fish - stuffed fish, and this dish takes time, attention and skill. The taste is indescribable, eaten in five minutes, but … you have to cook the day before, and spend half a day!

Here is a festive morning! It's time to go shopping.

- You are walking? Do you have a cart? What do you mean why? One and a half kilograms of onions, one and a half - carrots and the same amount of beets! For every kilo of fish, half a kilo of each vegetable - there were no figs to buy such big fish! Plus horseradish, butter, milk, roll, sugar, pepper, salt. You also wanted to make potatoes for a side dish! Let's do it without a cart?

For almost two hours my friend and I washed, cleaned and cut it all. The skin must be removed from the fish without damaging it, and the flesh must be rolled in a meat grinder two or three times, adding everything necessary for cooking minced meat, and put back into the skin. As a result, four hours later, on the neighboring stove, there were two huge pans, hiding in themselves at the bottom onion peels and bones, and above - layers of vegetables, interspersed with pieces of leather filled with lush minced meat. Barely catching my breath, I collapsed into a chair near the stove. Ugh … You can sit down and stretch your legs! Now I’ll brew some tea, take a little book and spend two hours quietly enjoying myself, looking at the tiny light under the pots. Well … Who can ring the doorbell?

- So urgent? Okay, Styopych, sit here, watch the gas, I'll come right now.

They did not get the phone, so they sent their son by courier!

- Bit? Who! Some big fighting dog? Say thanks for staying alive, and not gobbled up like mine. I'll come running now!

It's good that even in my own house, you don't have to go anywhere! The little mongrel has been devoured by a monster. We must shoot them !!! Yes, not dogs, but owners. They will take a large, serious dog, and there is no time or nothing to walk, train, train! When my "rabbit" Maksik was torn apart in front of Styopa, the child was then treated by a neuropsychiatrist, and the freak owners were fined EIGHT RUBLES. And that is not in my favor, but in favor of the state.

- Two penetrating bite wounds. One in the rectum is nothing, I will inject it with bicillin, put candles. The second is to the lung. It's worse - you see, he does not breathe through the nose, but right through the chest wall. Firstly, the infection, secondly, air enters the lung without moisturizing and filtering, which occurs in the nasal cavity, and thirdly, the air also enters the chest cavity. This is the most dangerous thing - normally there is negative pressure, therefore, when inhaling, air is passively sucked into the lungs, and now the pressure in the cavity will equalize with the external pressure, and it will be impossible to inhale. They brought him to me, we will sew.

So, while poor Styopa was guarding the fish (and he wanted to go for a walk!), I, standing in a pose, sorry, cancer, on the floor of my own kitchen, processed and sewed up battle wounds to a shaggy, dirty (in the weather, they brought me from a walk) Charlika. As one of my acquaintances says, kissing my hands: "Where these hands have never been!" (Looking ahead, I will say that the other day I looked at Charlik's torn claw (several years have passed) - he is alive and well, which is what he wishes for us!) However, as Solomon said: everything passes. Charlik was sent home, the floor was washed, the fish was cooling down, I scraped off the neighbor’s stove, at half past midnight. You can sit in front of the TV - the holiday programs are still on … !!! Telephone!

- Is the cat really bad? Could you come to me yourself? I understand that you will pay me a car there and back, but a lonely woman at half past one in the night after the holiday to catch a wheelbarrow … Thank you, I'm waiting. It's okay that it's night - the child sleeps so that at least shoot from the cannon, but mom hasn't gone to bed yet.

Something about the cat state was vaguely familiar to me. No, not in terms of the fact that I could not understand what was wrong with him, he just looked like someone …

- I realized that he was lethargic, he was sick, heavy breathing, frothing at the mouth. So his mucous membranes are cyanotic. Poisoning, but with what? Did you eat something unusual? Maybe they sprayed the apartment with deodorant? Have you sprinkled laundry detergent?

- Yes, my husband undertook to varnish the floor. Except for March 8, I couldn't find any more time. And my head is splitting all day, and it’s dark in my eyes, but for him - at least something! Like a cucumber!

Varnished … Varnished … THIS IS IT !!! The varnish contains methanol, and methanol poisoning can occur not only when ingested, but also when inhaling vapors! A mild form of poisoning is manifested by malaise, nausea, vomiting, headache, abdominal pain. Fog appears, darkening in the eyes. In severe poisoning, drowsiness develops, consciousness is disturbed, pulse is frequent, blood pressure is low, pupils are dilated, shortness of breath develops. How do I know? Yes, there was one guitar master in my life. That's what the cat looks like! You will also come to Dimka after varnishing, and he is simply dead. Then he runs after the "bastard", and again as good as new. At first I thought it was just an excuse, a reason to drink, and then rummaged in the literature.

It turned out that everything is true! There is no antidote therapy for methanol poisoning, and to reduce the toxic effect of methanol, ethanol is prescribed as a competitor, firstly 100 ml of a 30% solution, then again 3-4 times 50 ml every 2 hours. This is in the clinic, but at home everything is easier - "roll the stopar". From all the men in my life I have left some kind of inheritance: from my husband - a child, from a high-altitude man - the delight of descending on a rope from the roof of a 24-storey building, from an ambulance doctor - a surgical suit and some tools, from a neuropathologist - filled gaps in knowledge of neurology (not in the veterinary academy of the department of neurology!). So the guitar master came in handy!

- Drank ?!

- So the eighth of March. I accepted vodka, of course. And then he took up the floor.

- Why didn't they pour it for my wife ?!

- She doesn't drink …

That is why she and the cat fell ill. Now I will give the cat a bunch of injections, and treat your spouse with a glass or two at home.

Phew … It seems that she explained to them what was happening, the cat felt better, they took him to a relative, while the house smells of varnish (she was delighted with the call at half past one in the night!). It is possible and on the side now. Tomorrow lay out the finished fish, decorate it with beetroot stars, peel and boil potatoes, set the table. Sleep. Sleep! Sleep!! No, though! The holiday is over, and I have not one eye. I'll run to the stall. I have a wonderful recipe for making mulled wine from cheap port, such that you can swallow your tongue! But more on that another time.