It’s my last post from Dobrzyn, and with a heavy heart I’ll take leave of this haven tomorrow. Some pictures, heavily weighted with those of The Princess, from my last two days.
Andrzej working on the edge of his chair—for obvious reasons. The Editor is on his tail!
Andrzej plays fetch with Cyrus on the adjacent soccer field. Cyrus has almost worn out that blue plastic ball.
Wednesday’s dinner: chicken baked with apples from the garden, olive oil, soy sauce, lemon juice, and rosemary, served with boiled potatoes and cucumbers in yogurt. Last night was kasha with cheese, sausage, and mushrooms, and I’ve previously showed that dish (one of my big favorites here).
I put this up last night, but one can’t show this too often:
When I leave the Princess for meals or at bedtime, I make sure she’s carefully tucked in a blanket.
That reminds me of Chessie the Railroad Cat:
As I’ve mentioned before, Hili asks to come in by jumping on the living room windowsill. If you open the front door, she will not come in; she expects someone to GO OUT AND CARRY HER IN. If you don’t, she gives you baleful looks, like the one below:
Sometimes when we’re working, we don’t notice Hili’s arrival on the windowsill. But Cyrus always does, for he lets out a little yip. I’m not sure if the d*g is smart enough to know that he’s alerting us to bring Hili in, or if he’s just saying “hi” to her.
And, of course, Hili gets gotten:
When she returns from her long jaunts outdoors, she makes straight for the kitchen, getting either a bit of milk or a bowl of wet or dry food. After dinner she smacks her lips (though cats don’t have lips):
It’s a dog’s life. Helpful as he is alerting us to Hili’s presence, Cyrus often has to put up with the indignity of Hili taking his entire bed:
A final walkie by the Vistula. It was cold outside yesterday, and Hili preferred to nap on the couch indoors:
Grass plumes backlit by the sun:
The Last Supper: a gorgeous lasagna, oozing with cheese, served with salad and a French chardonnay:
And, of course, I must say goodbye with a pie: today’s cherry pie, and a good one. Malgorzata made good on her promise that I would not go a day without cherry pie (well, one day there was an apple and nut pie):
And so on to Warsaw, Stockholm, and Uppsala!
It all looks fantastic. Clearly Malgorzata and Andrzej are wonderful people! 🙂
And clearly Malgorzata has some serious culinary chops as well.
Definitely!
Agreed.
Hosts make a world of difference when you’re away from home and it seems Hili, Malgorzata and Andrzej made you feel at home.
Now if you had a furry friend to come home to…
So long and thanks for all the fish. 🙂
I’ve just installed a motion-detecting wireless doorbell above the window my boss comes to. Now I can screen for unwanted vermin she might want to bring in.
With all that good food inside you, you’ll be charged extra by the airlines! Did you get the recipes? If so, pass them on! Tom.
Lucky you! What a wonderful visit! Thanks for sharing all the lovely photos (and recipes)!
You should be coming back to nice weather in Chicago — it’s been wonderful in Mpls.
Geez, I’d have a hard time leaving Andrzej, Malgorzata, Hili, and Cyrus, too. They seem like heaven.
Love the repeat pic. Agree. That one can’t be seen too often.
Those Polish dishes look so delicious!
A place like that in Poland might be a nice retirement location. Just a thought.
You are sooooo spoiled…. you’re going to ulitmately get home and wander around aimlessly, without Hili or your friends or cherry pie, and bemoan your fate. 🙂
“Andrzej working on the edge of his chair—for obvious reasons. The Editor is on his tail!”
Looks more like he’s on the editor’s tail. 😀
Exactly what I was afraid of!
b&
I always enjoy looking at your pictures of food and cats!
I get vicarious pleasure from these posts.
Re: Chessie the Railroad Cat
My aunt (and godmother) worked for Chessie for 40 years, from when it was C&O, through the “Chessie System,” until it after it became CSX. She was joined there by my mother after the kids were grown, just in time to cover the nut on my younger siblings’ college tuitions. My old man — who (despite marrying into a Catholic clan) was as hardcore an atheist as you’d ever want to find — would make the sign-of-the-cross when he was at a railroad crossing every time that Chessie-the-cat symbol came rumbling by.
Hubby Peter will open the door for Carla, and I refuse, as she has a cat-door! Having lived with cats for decades, I enjoy having a line, in amongst all the wonderful manipulations that occur. Carla lets me know that she doesn’t care, so there!