First came the cooking of the Basmati rice, which produced a much greater yield than I expected with a measley half cup of the darn things; they swelled and wriggled to a giant bowlful of aromatic grains.
Then, the chopping of wonderfully complementary vegetables -- mushrooms and tomatoes, of course; my altogether favorites.
All of this boiled with the rice, until it reached a delicious tenderness:
leftover fresh coriander
chopped scallion (redundant?)
And then came the unfurling of the jarred grape leaves.
And the rolling.....
Here they are, all hot side-by-side in their lil' dish:
I'd forgotten that grape leaves have a taste all their own; I was simply using them as a containing mechanism. But their taste reminds me of childhood days when a loud, German man would cook us leaves stuffed with lamb and rice, and tell us tales of the world.