tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post4346260482047724279..comments2024-03-23T18:12:39.782-07:00Comments on wacky tacky: Pole-toberfest: Doin' The DozynkiMr. Tinyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646297018044505890noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215568693807799004.post-64021465371968708822013-09-25T03:35:37.421-07:002013-09-25T03:35:37.421-07:00Oh boy, you made my morning with this! My parents ...Oh boy, you made my morning with this! My parents are from Poland and I was born in Cleveland, where I didn't learn English film before Kindergarten because everyone else was Polish too. I was just telling my students (as we start the multicultural cuisine unit in our Home Ec. Class) about the food I grew up on and the looks of horror my peanut butter on white bread friends would give me when served golabki or Polish bread with sliced kielbasa. Liverwurst was normal lunch fare for me, it didn't occur to me this was weird to anyone. I married a regular Joe American but he is all about my parents and me teaching our little girls to speak Polish and know its culinary delights.Soniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05265570944148272449noreply@blogger.com