Agata Tumiłowicz-Mazur

It also depends! Big cities now offer a lot of options for vegans and vegetarians - and this is a considerable change that took place in the last, I wanna say, 10-15 years. Sure thing, less populated regions are more meat-focused but then exactly, pierogi are the way to go 🥰

I’ve also seen many Poles stopped at JFK for that very reason 🤭

Let’s normalize traveling out of Poland with a proper ring of kiełbasa! 🙏🏻

Unrelated, but I simply need to say it: Polish Roztocze is a fantastic place 😍

My aunt texts me, a little alarmed:

”I thought the Germans came back!”

Phew, there’s something to be said about movies being made in the formerly German lands. You think you’re putting a set design, but you’re reopening a troublesome timeline instead 😅

You know, I thought about you right away!

Me:

*Goes to southeastern Poland to take a break, turn off her brain and not think about the Polish-German layers of history, formerly-German objects, etc.*

Also me:

* immediately finds a cutting board with the prewar image of Gleiwitz (Gliwice)*

Can’t untrain the eye, can I.

Prawda 🥰

Honestly - same! Until yesterday.

Everybody knows Polish pierogi🥟 🥟🥟
Have you ever heard of a buckwheat pieróg though? Popular around Lublin and Zamość, this dish is made of buckwheat groats, farmers cheese and potatoes, baked in a yeast-based dough. Typically served with kefir. Delish!

Right?! I can’t comprehend it on the level of publishing. It’s so difficult to even find an agent and here we are, this woman got Penguin to publish this „non-fiction”…smh.

…and another one 😍

You know it 😏

When the dress code is “business casual”.

Poles:

I’m sure you’re familiar with the most famous Polish tongue twister - “W Szczebrzeszynie chrząszcz brzmi w trzcinie." But did you know that in the main square of Szczebrzeszyn, a giant, anthropomorphic longhorn beetle is actually buzzing in the reed? 🥲

Just a few Polish windows in the summer for you.

It’s the Warsaw bubble 🤷🏼‍♀️

Ahahaha! True. Polish buses AND trains! In this country, whenever vehicles are put in motion, it’s like magic, a whole set of stock characters comes out of the woodwork, the drunks, the thugs, the old women like a Greek chorus…it really is something and it’s amazing.

It’s a short for: she noticed someone she could talk to about it and proceeded to engage the guy. I was disappointed she didn’t want to talk to me but maybe I was too far away from her 🥲

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Wait, really? Another local drunk comes in and now we’re five, 2 old ladies vs 2 drunks and me.
“What made you come out in this rain?” he asks the other.
“It wasn’t raining when I came out! Then it was just a light drizzle so I hid by the vegetable stand. And then I saw you.”

Poetry.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” he asks her, he asks me, we’re both fine with it but then another old lady comes in, sits down and tells him to stop.
“why?! I asked around before you came and they were fine with it. Also - how?!”
Old woman 2: “willpower”
Him: “there is no such thing.”
Philosophy class.

(“- There are bubbles forming, so it will be raining for a while”)

(Full admiration though, I didn’t know these two can talk about rain for so long, they’re still at i)

(An old woman, seeing a local drunk coming in to our bus stop, carrying a beer)
-Ohhh, and so it goes, it started raining!
(the local drunk)
- yeah, it’s a good thing. Let it rain! But why does it have to rain now, when I’m coming out for a beer?!

Poles. Happy and unhappy, all at the same time.

So here’s the thing, now I’m reading it dates back to 18th century and it was borrowed from the French. At that time it was made from water and sugar (or syrup) and orange juice. But during communism it was juice powder (?), dyes and sweeteners 🧐 either way, always tastes refreshing!

Oh gosh, this is such a difficult question! I wanna say, like carbonated liquified hard candy…?But I’d also say, it tastes like carefree summers at a grandma’s house in the village, when all that scares you are long earthworms and bees, and the days are spent playing with rocks and hugging chickens.

On the topic of nostalgia drinks, I got to drink this today. Did it really taste like something I drank in my childhood? 90% yes.
Never drank it during communism though so who knows. Glad to see the label says „no ration cards necessary.”

Fully embracing your pyra life, I see.