I for one simply do not believe Martha should go to jail. I need her valuable help in planning our Easter family dinner (although I’m not quite sure that kielbasi and sauerkraut is something she would approve of).
I did mention here previously that no one in the family, even the younger generation, is willing to take over this particular holiday because of the pierogi that is a traditional part of the meal, and they must be home made to be acceptable. They’re a lot of work. Otherwise I’m sure nobody would bother coming from D.C., New Hampshire, Pennsylvania or Seattle to have them at my house once a year. Even my invitation didn’t discourage them:
Easter dinner here. Fried baby chicks and boiled bunny rabbits. Treasure hunt for stale Halloween candy.
Can you make it?
And the family has been brought up on the type of borscht we make, which is quite different and which my husband still won’t touch. You add dried Polish mushrooms and dump milk, a raw beaten egg with a little flour, and white vinegar into the water the Kielbasi was boiled in. But that’s not all. After it’s ladled out, and of course this is up to individual taste, but you’re free to put sliced kielbasi, sliced hard-boiled eggs, and even the potatoes into the soup. It’s sort of sour, milky, salty tasting and delicious–if you’re used to it. But as I explained to spouses with wrinkled noses, a Scottish one in particular who lives here with me year-round, Finnan Haddie is smoked fish poached in milk over toast. I love it, but do not believe he has any reason to turn a cold shoulder on my borscht.
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You’re Polish huh? My freshman year I went to College in Chicago, which I was often fondly told had the most Poles (sp?) in the world outside of Warsaw.
I don’t know about that, but I was good friends with a girl whose mother seemed to constantly be bringing in peirogi and other alien polish foods. I had never heard of that peirogi before her.