So each Easter holiday shows changes, just as Christmas, birthdays. Children grow, get bigger, bigger, pop open to replace those missing around the table with new little people cracking eggs and delighting elders if they love the milk and vingegar kielbasi baszcht.
Traditions change with people present. Recipes made by families for centuries are altered by the lack of sour cream and company coming all too soon. The cooked sour cream drops from the bulka ingredients in years thereafter if no one noticed any difference after all.
Polish overwhelms the marry-intos in the family. Tradition here especially at Easter overrules. But even after family has broken up and scattered, even after someone chokes on money to change the guest list, even with a French-Canadian English Scotsman and a half and half English Scot, his father, at my table, I cannot not make piorogi. Altered by the influx of non-Polish family members through the years, the fillings now include what I call Polish Ravioli served with sauce.
I bought the ham, kielbasi, horseradish and the eggs. I will color Easter eggs, and then eat them all next week. I will make piorogi. The English/Scotsman likes the ham and the potatoes. He doesn’t mind my Easter meal for sixteen years now. This tradition too will change next year.
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So microwave meals would be out then.
no one in my house wants to dye the eggs anymore – except me. So I bought my own box of Pas coloring and I know once I set it all up, they’ll creep from all corners of the house…