Its me again. My aunt used to make it to. I used to help her. One Christmas Eve my mother cooked kielbassa and wondered what happened to the kielbassa (kielbassi) that was left in the pot. Well, I entered the living room and my son rolling around on the floor (about l2 years old). I asked him what was wrong and he told me he ate to much of Grandma's kielbassi. I told my mother where her kielbassi was, in her grandson's stomach. Barb