Crossword clues for kielbasa
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
1951, from Polish kiełbasa "sausage" (Russian kolbasa, Serbo-Croatian kobasica); perhaps from Turkish kulbasti, "grilled cutlet," literally "pressed on the ashes." Or perhaps, via Jewish butchers, from Hebrew kolbasar "all kinds of meat."
Wiktionary
n. 1 A spicy, smoked sausage of a particular kind. 2 (context slang English) penis.
Wikipedia
Kiełbasa is a type of sausage from Central Europe, which is also called Polish sausage.
Usage examples of "kielbasa".
Plotted against Poles killed off by kielbasa, or Belgians done in by pommes frites, or Anglo-Saxons disappeared by puddings, or Spaniards stopped cold by chorizo, our Greek dotted line kept going where theirs tailed off in a tangle of downward trajectories.
They were not designed to tear out articles from the newspaper before she has a chance to read it, or to pick a loose piece of kielbasa skin from between your teeth, or to sandpaper that patch of dandruff on your head.
He could remember it all, everything from the flocked wallpaper down to the taste of kielbasa and the sound of the band.
There was a feast of appetizers: boiled shrimp, chunks of kielbasa, olives stuffed with peppers, sweet gherkins, smoked salmon and sturgeon, thick slices of sharp cheddar and Stilton, four different kinds of crackers and biscuits, chicken livers in a wine sauce, paper-thin slices of prosciutto, an brisling sardines in olive oil.
Too long, too flaccid, too many bloody eyeballs and boogers and intestines crackling like kielbasa on a Weber grill before they burst.
He was six-two of solid Polska kielbasa, three times wounded in the line of duty back when he was still on the real streets.
Lurching among them were competing Slavic-looking men bearing wooden trays laden with sandwiches, kielbasas, and warm pop, charging what the market would bear.
They wouldn't give a cold kielbasa for the fact that he had been a Vatican code clerk, or that he knew the Polish Pope, John Paul II, personally.
Every now and then some wit of the Ronnie Malenfant sensibility would return an uneaten kielbasa or breakfast sausage with a Trojan fitted over the end or the oatmeal would come back with I GO TO FUCK U written in carefully torn-up strips of napkin (once, pasted on the surface of a soup-bowl filled with congealing meatloaf gravy, was the message HELP I AM BEING HELD PRISONER IN A COW COLLEGE), and you wouldn't believe what pigs some kids can be - plates filled with ketchup, milk-glasses filled with mashed potatoes, splattered vegetables - but it really wasn't such a bad job, especially on Saturday mornings.