Wherever you go, you can't get rid of yourself.
Yes, Polish blood runs through me. 3 of my 4 Grandparents were born in Poland and the fourth one was born in Germany near the border of Poland. However, I do not hyphen, because I am not a Polish-American. I was born in America. I deem hyphens to be redundant acknowledging, much like a selfie. I already know what you look like, so I don’t need to see 7,987 pictures of you; one is enough.
I have always respected my Polish ancestry and I am thankful for it, because going to a Polish Grandma’s house was the bestest for young boy with a huge appetite.
Typical Day at Grandma’s
1. Placki ziemniaczane (potato pancakes) Breakfast
2. Makowiec (poppy seed pastry cake) 1st Coffee Break
3. Blueberry mazurka (sweet treat) 2nd Coffee Break
4. Kielbasa sandwich (Polish hot dog) Lunch
5. Gołąbki (Stuffed cabbage) Afternoon Snack
6. Chrusciki (Light-as-air pastries) 3rd Coffee Break
7. Piernik (Polish gingerbread) 4th Coffee Break
8. Pierogi (Farmers cheese filled dumplings) Dinner Appetizer
9. Barszcz (Red beet soup - borscht)
10. Bigos (Traditional meat stew) 1st Course
11. Łazanki (Pasta, fried cabbage with pork) 2nd Course
12. Paczki (Custard-filled doughnuts) Mid-Dinner Desert
13. Kotlet schabowy (Breaded pork and potato dumplings) 3rd Course
14. Sernik (Polish cheesecake) After Dinner Desert
15. Leftover Kielbasa before bed time.
Children are back in school, please drive carefully near school zones.
During the dog days of summer, remember to keep the cat inside the house.
Most of the stuff people worry about never happens, so don't meddle with something that has not yet happened.
Me being me is as problematical as honesty is to a politician.
If you don't see me, I'm not there.
Have a Great Weekend