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Through My Eyes

Through My Eyes

Author: Kasia Yoko
Date: 2023-12-14

Christmasis in full swing here in the Polish Tatra Mountains. Snow is falling andeveryone is expecting a white Christmas and that is a real cherry on any cake,talking about cake; recently I connected with thousands of Poles around theworld sharing recipes and Polish culinary secrets with the expat community. Thesite is called Polish Recipes plus / ╥Kuchnia Polska╙ Group onFacebook. The thing that warms my heart is how connected we are with ourancestors and how food unites us all.

Mostof the posts feature that special cuisine that our grandmothers used to makefor us as children. Food was so important in those days. We all longed for ourgrannies cooking, those Christmas visits when the whole house would smell ofthe most fantastical delights. The celebration was all about honouring ourbounty.

Peoplewrite describing a certain dumpling, or a missing ingredient in the chickensoup that was made every Sunday and consumed when the family gathered aroundthe kitchen table after Sunday mass.

Ioften ball my eyes out, as I am one of those people who miss my granny and herlove, which she displayed through food. One of her treats was Zupa Nic, whichtranslates into Nothing Soup. It was so simple but so glorious; egg whitesbeaten stiff and gently spooned into sweetened hot milk, cooked for a fewminutes, and then we were eating clouds. As a child it was the most enticingspoil.

Thereare so many granny-food memories swimming in my brain, especially when I amback here in the country of my birth. Each memory has a feel, smell and deepwarm feeling of being completely loved. Isn╒t it crazy how food today has turned into the ╥devil╙ for somepeople?

Iimagine some of my granny friends on their constant starvation diets and foodsupplements and dietary restrictions, with food allergies and continuous denialof real nourishment; it brings me to a comment I heard recently, ╥Don╒t you knowthat eating is cheating?╙

Ohhow times have changed.

Buton the bright side; my Mom has inherited my grannies culinary genius and shehas been passing her food love on to my children (and I do get some crumbs ofcourse). My boys are incredible cooks in their own right and often cook fortheir close ones.

Aswe near Christmas, I would like to share one of my grannies recipes for an easypoppy seed cake. Its truly delicious. You will find it on page 7. We would liketo take this time to wish all our readers and advertisers a merry Christmas anda happy New Year!