It was a long journey to Poland, as usual, with a half-hour drive closely following a two-hour train ride closely following a nine-hour plane flight. But I have at last landed in Dobryzyn, and am in the capable hands of Andrzej and Malgorzata, and in the capable paws of The Furry Princess of Poland. Oh, and there’s a black d*g, too (Cyrus), who is clearly in Canine Paradise after having been rescued from four years of hell in a pound. Cyrus thinks he’s in heaven now, but more on cat/d*g relations later.
The cherry harvest begins tomorrow, with 3,000 trees all needing to be picked by hand.(I wasn’t aware that cherries have to be picked individually.) I will document that, although I’m told that this is not a good year for cherries because of a late frost that killed many flowers. Still, there may be as many as 30 tons of cherries (a single good tree in a good year can produce 30 kg of the fruit).
Much of the documentations will be gustatory, as you see below:
A late lunch greeted me: cold borscht with a liberal sprinkling of fresh dill:
Followed by cherry pies with Malgorzata’s famous walnut crust:
There will be many more cherry-related foods to come.
And Her Highness, who has taken to sleeping on top of the towels in the bathroom. Can you spot the cat?