August. Bright greens turn into muted shades of olive. Cicadas abound. Children begin the dreaded countdown to the first day of school. In Poland, August is the month of harvest: wheat, barley, rye…you name it. In fact, even the name of the month, sierpień, includes the word sierp which means sickle. Fields dotted with golden […]
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On my blog, I have focused primarily on my immigrant experience and Polish culture. Despite my parents’ significant impact on my life, I have not yet written in detail about them. This is partially because, subconsciously, their story impacts much of what I do and write about—especially on this blog. My gratitude for their sacrifices
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As a kid, I was not a fan of Easter. Easter meant lots of church going: from Stations of the Cross each Friday during Lent, to rekolekcje (Masses devoted to spiritual reflection), to the Easter Triduum. Over the years, however, the holiday became one of my favorite seasons. A serial contemplator, I appreciated the Lenten
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I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid, I didn’t care too much about family history. I’d never met my grandparents—nearly all of them had passed before I was born—and my parents didn’t often share stories. From time to time, I’d hear murmurings of my late grandmother’s ailments: a year-long stay at
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Much like with pierogi, it seems like most people know about pączki (poh-tsch-kee). You tell someone you’re Polish, they tell you they love pączki. But what makes the Polish doughnut so special? (Hint: it’s the yeast. Or the lard.) What is a pączek? A pączek (the singular form of the word) is a doughnut, but
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A glimpse into Christmastime in Poland, to the tune of the English Christmas carol, Twelve Days of Christmas*. *Please note that not all numbers reflect the actual amount of the item…they just sounded fun. On the twelve days of Christmas, we Polish folk enjoyed: Twelve meatless dishes Arguably the most eventful and important evening of
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I eat my first meal of the day around 11 am or noon (unless you count coffee). It’s usually nothing special—a bowl of oatmeal, a piece of fruit, some yogurt. As a kid, a “meal” like that was unheard of, especially in our Polish household. Weekdays, my dad and sister left for work before 7
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When I was 8 years old, my parents enrolled me in Polish school, in addition to regular school. Polish school, from K to 8th grade, was held every Saturday for approximately four hours. The primary purpose was, much like Sunday school, to teach kids religion. We were also taught Polish geography, language, and history. We
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I didn’t realize how important mushrooms were to Polish culture until we came to the U.S. Whereas foraging for mushrooms was a regular activity back home, it was unheard of (to me) in the States. This was partly because we lived in the city—NYC isn’t known for its sprawling forests—but also because it’s just not
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Pumpkin spice, apple cider donuts, corn mazes…autumn is upon us! In the U.S., fall begins with a whiff of the “PSL”, continues through spooky season, and culminates with the grand feast of Thanksgiving. In Poland, things look a little different. Celebrating the end of harvest season A few years ago, I was fortunate to spend
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