Poland 07 - Eat, Drink, and be Merry, for Tomorrow We May Diet

Food. It is truly phenomenal. It serves so many functions in the human realm. First and foremost, it is fuel to keep the body going. Many who are fortunate enough to have more than we need rarely see it in that light. We utilize its other functions: celebratory device, source of pleasure and comfort, and a communication tool to express love, courtesy, and even sympathy.

So it's no surprise that when I found out I was going to Poland, one of the first things I researched was Polish food. So did my friends and family. And they all reported to me their findings. Food is not only essential to human life, it is so near the center of all we do.

So here's the skinny on Polish food: it's really not that different than some traditional southern U.S. food traditions.

SOUP!

We were told off the bat that dinner (lunch) and supper (dinner) are both, at a minimum, two course meals in Poland. It is especially true for older generations. And the first course is always soup. It would be common to hear a Polish mother or grandmother asking a houseguest, "Are you eating enough soup?"

I was told over a good bowl of soup that soup is the national dish of Poland. For most, it is a necessary component of a good meal, and many are loath to think about how the young folks are forsaking the soup slurping ways of their ancestors. Many encourage the kids to eat plenty of soup and keep the tradition alive.

The soups are usually very brothy and not very heavy or chunky, so it doesn't get in the way of the main course. We experienced many chicken broth based soups, a few with beef origins, and one nice cucumber soup.

One of the other things we noticed is that they eat salad as a side with most of their meals. Now when I say salad, I know what comes up in your mind. You envision a bowl of leafy lettuce, maybe with some cheese, tomatoes, croutons, and blobs of dressing. Salad in Poland is different but not foreign to the American palate. Salad is normally shredded carrots made into a carrot salad type dish, or it is a shredded cabbage dish that gets very close to coleslaw.

Schnitzel, potatoes, & salad (slaw) made by two different
people who didn't know one another. Almost identical!

We had several main courses that were nearly identical to foods I've had many times at home. At a conference, we ate a lunch comprised of a lightly breaded and fried pounded chicken breast, mashed potatoes, salad (slaw), and, you guessed it, soup. It was chicken noodle. I was asked if I liked such Polish food. I replied that it was very good and really not much different than a traditional southern U.S. meal, especially those of the Sunday afternoon variety. In fact, I've had such meals many times at my wife's grandmother's house in rural Arkansas. In her home, the meat is usually deer, and in Poland, various meats are used. The pounded and fried meat is called schnitzel, by the way.

Dried sausages

Another natural question is: What about Polish sausage? The Poles are fond of their cylindrical meat, and it often shows up at breakfast. Polish sausage takes on a variety of forms and flavors, so don't pigeonhole it to be the stuff you find at fairs and carnivals. Some is of the refrigerated variety, others are air dried and eaten at room temperature. There was an interesting meat market in Ciechanow that is typical of others found across the country. Behind the counter was a rack of drying sausages. Przemek swore that the best ones were those that had been hanging there the longest. They were a little tougher but more flavorful. He bought us a variety bag, and all the meats were different and good. Some did indeed taste aged and smoky.

Speaking of meats at breakfast, the Poles don't think of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast when it comes to breakfast. They think sandwiches. Everywhere we went we encountered almost identical breakfasts. Usually it is a plate of cold cuts along with some Polish sausages, a couple of varieties of bread, maybe some cheese, and a plate of sliced tomatoes and cucumbers. It's a make your own sandwich bar every morning! Amazingly enough, each host even laid the meats, breads, and tomato slices out in identical fashion.

We did have one strange dish. Sylvia had breakfast out for us nearly every morning by the time we got ready. We went to the kitchen, and one of the dishes appeared to be chicken noodle soup. Michael began eating and liked it. I wasn't convinced the noodles were noodles. It seemed like a masquerade. I studied the "noodles" carefully. One side of them did appear noodle like. But on the other side, I saw little fringy, finger-like things. I wasn't sold. We asked Przemek, and he asked Silvia. He looked at us, laughed a little, and said, "haggis." While it wasn't the traditional haggis dish, he was trying to communicate to us that what Michael ate was tripe. Yup, cow stomach.

Speaking of Silvia, I had a bad cold early on in the trip, and toward the end was coughing quite a bit, even though I felt ok. She heard this, and brought a bottle up to the kitchen and proceeded to pour me a shot of a slightly yellow, milky concoction. I took a whiff. Wow. She did not speak english, so I couldn't find out what was in it. I drank it down. KA-POW! Talk about a shot! It immediately cleared up the congestion in my chest. I found out later it was "spirits" (I think vodka), with garlic and onion juices. Ahhhhemmmm. Try ordering onion-garlic shots at your local bar.

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(Notice the Polish Grandmother)