It rained last night (once again delaying the final cherry-picking) but Hili was outside. She finally showed up, announcing her presence, as always, by jumping on the window ledge outside the living room. One would think that you could just open the front door and call her in, but that’s not the way it works with the Feline Princess of Poland. You—in this case Malgorzata—must go outside, pluck her off the windowsill, and carry her inside, like a queen in her carriage! I have gone out myself to see if she could be induced to jump down and walk inside on her own, but no dice—she stays in the ledge until she’s picked up. Here Malgorzata brings a soaking wet cat inside:
The rest of the photos are from yesterday, which began with a trip to the store for beer, and comestibles for humans and d*g. First stop was at the local butcher shop, a small store run by two nice ladies. As is usual with a Polish butcher shop, there was a huge array of sausages:
We bought big slabs of beef and of pork for last night’s dinner: Swedish meatloaf:
Then to the small local “supermarket” (the population of Dobrzyn is only 3,000), where, as usual, I gravitated to the selection of Polish beer. (Most of the other alcohol is vodka, which I have little use for.):
I bought my favorite Polish beer, Zubr, meaning “bison,” so called because it’s strong. But I also found a special extra-strong Zubr, which I also bought: it has 6.5% alcohol. I snapped that up as well as a can of special dog food for Cyrus, who cannot have bones or hard food for a week because of his recent dental work. The haul is displayed below, along with a special beer from the Polish mountains, in a wooden crate, that we will serve to three visitors who are coming this evening:
In the afternoon, Stefan, the amiable gardener, stopped by with a huge load of pączki (Polish donuts) that his wife had baked. They are made with a rich dough containing eggs and milk, and are filled with either fruit or jam. This batch had both sugared and unsugared ones, both filled with whole cherries, cherry jam, and raisins. I have had these in Chicago, but they weren’t nearly as good as the homemade ones that Stefan brought.
Just in time for tea!
Dissected to show the filling:
As Malgorzata prepared dinner, the animals hovered about, hoping for some scraps of meat. They scored:
Two lovely Swedish meatloaves. The combination of pork and ground beef made them especially juicy and tasty. Perhaps if you ask nicely, Malgorzata will provide the recipe:
And dinner: meatloaf, fresh yellow string beans (a new one on me), and potatoes, washed down with the extra strong Zubr, which Andrzej and I pronounced delicious.
Later today we will make another couple of cherry pies with walnut crusts for the visitors. That means I will spend a long time cracking walnuts (from the garden, of course). Pictures tomorrow.