It was very quiet yesterday; little to do besides nom, talk, take walks, pet Hili, read, write on this site, and read more. But that’s fine, for I know what’s waiting for me when I return on Tuesday: THE ALBATROSS!
When I went into the bathroom yesterday morning to take my shower, I found the Princess also waking up. She had had a restful morning quietly depositing her fur on the clean towels. And proud of her dentition, she always shows me her fangs:
Cue to dinner, one of the best we’ve had yet: Malgorzata made a buckwheat casserole with sausage, cheese, wild mushrooms, and a few pieces of leftover roast beef. It was scrumptious, and I had to restrain myself from having only two helpings. Buckwheat (kasha, as it’s known in Yiddish) is a vastly underappreciated ingredient; in fact, I’ve rarely seen it outside Jewish delis and restaurants, where it’s served with noodles as kasha varnishkes. Perhaps some readers can suggest how they use it. I do love buckwheat pancakes with maple syrup.
Dinner was of course washed down with a cold Zubr. Cyrus looked on hopefully, but he didn’t get any:
My first portion. If you ask nicely, and are serious about making this lovely dish, Malgorzata might be kind enough to provide the recipe. It’s fantastic.
And, right before I retired, I was given the last piece of fresh cherry pie until next summer’s harvest. You can see how, though I’m about to tuck into it, I’m disconsolate about the coming absence of pie once it’s in my stomach. Such is the glass-half-empty attitude of the secular Jew:
But no worries–at least for goys! Malgorzata made a Swedish apple pie today with custard sauce. I’ve already had a piece (well, two), and it is great. Pictures tomorrow. So far I have not been pieless for a day since my arrival in Poland.