A funny old day

As you know my days are filled with dog walking, blogging (reading more than writing) and more recently trying to watch the film recommendations of Beetleypete. The list that I was working to expanded today with another list from Curnblog, who’s blog was recommended by Pete, getting more work is not an option: i don’t have the time! I won’t for a minute proclaim to understand what these two film buffs are talking about, their opinions and critique are far beyond my simple thinking; but they do make a very compelling argument and reasoning for why I should want to watch a particular film’; so thank you both, I’ll let you know how I get on.

After my morning walk with the dogs I know that Gosia will be awake from her Dutch slumber and we chat almost every day whilst we drink our respective morning cups of coffee and tea; although it’s quite likely that this is my third cuppa of the day. Skype is a wonderful thing and I just hope that it remains free in the future, I will refrain from being a cynic at this point just in case I upset the karma.

I have mentioned leaf and twig once before as he (I’m guessing) provides me with a daily smile, and today’s post was no exception. A picture of a tree that has at some stage in its life tried to avoid something, you will have to follow the link to know what I mean. On seeing todays post I was compelled to send a quick comment as I had also seen such a tree in the local forest.

Determined to try and find this tree again today, so I could take a picture, I headed out on a two hour walk with the dogs, and could I find it? No, and I felt certain I knew where it was! But as I had the camera with me I thought I would take a few photos, if not for you (the reader) then for Gosia (the reader) who I’m sure will be happy to see the dogs having fun and also to appreciate that it is still cold in Poland; never mind the –7 in Holland 🙂

So homeward bound and after my walk I followed my little routine of feeding the dogs, popping to the local shop for a beer or two, or three (if I haven’t purchased in bulk earlier in the week) and then settling down to an evening in to watch a few films.

But no, as I entered the kitchen I was confronted with an almost panicked mother in-law and as I was only able to understand one word in five I failed to grasp what was going on; had I done something wrong to offend my hostess? After ‘hiding in the kitchen for 10 minutes, taking the time to feed the dogs and then pop to the closest shop; which was closed, I pondered what could possibly be happening. I had worked out that someone was visiting, but had no idea why this had sparked the reaction that it had.

Of course everything has a simple explanation and once the guests had left I was able to work out, through various mimes and gestures with the occasional pidgin Polish word thrown in for good measure , that the local priest had just popped in to bless the house. It was probably just easier to keep me hidden away than to try and get me involved, which I’m grateful for.

Conscious that I was still beerless (I know it’s not a word) I thought I would head out again and further afield to one of the other three shops available to me within half a mile. I’m not sure why my normal shop was closed but its quite possible the priest was running to a schedule and the shop was only a couple down on his list, so I had to think ahead and headed for Zombecks’. This may well be the wrong spelling, or even the wrong name, but that’s how I remember it. I do know that the son of the owner worked in Jersey (Channel Islands) for a while so there was a possibility that someone might speak English, however upon arrival it soon became apparent that the vodka was the native language and a slight recognition from the owner of the shop resulted in several Na zdrowies and shots of vodka, This may well be the reason why I’m posting now and making grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and rapid changes in direction of topic. Maybe not!

Thankfully I enjoyed a feast of sour cabbage soup (I will remember what it’s called tomorrow) followed by goulash with barley, accompanied by pickled gherkins; so my constitution should be good, especially if I only drink one of the beers that I bought.

But now to settle down to ‘Le Reine Margor’ or possibly ‘Gods and Generals’, most likely the second option whilst my vision is struggling with subtitles.

Dobranoc!

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7 Comments

  1. Pleased to hear that you are doing your homework Eddy mate. The snow has gone here, unfortunately replaced by rain and mud. 14 degrees C tomorrow, I might get my shorts out of the wardrobe! If you are looking for good Polish food, I could recommend a shop in Thetford.

  2. Hi Eddie. Thanks for the ‘likes’ but following up to your blog I was amazed to read about your strawbale building. You must know Barbara Jones and Kuba (http://strawworks.co.uk/) I guess; I worked with them for 2 or 3 years as a volunteer – doing their newsletters etc – so I spent quite a bit of time in Todmorden. You say I’m located where you spent your childhood. Where was that? I’m sure you know that the very strong Polish community around here isn’t part of the recent phenomenon – they’ve been here since the 1940s and for many years gave us the only ‘delicatessen’ around; I still frequent the one in Bradford market.

    • Hi Tyke, I read Barbara’s book, amongst many others, whilst researching the whole idea of straw bale housing; in the end we took a little bit of information from each one and ended up where we are. Roll on the warmer weather so we can continue:) Thanks for the link to her sight I will take a look at what she’s up to.
      I’m a Skiptonion by birth and I had an Austrian gran who lived in Bingley, so we frequented the Polish shops as they had the closest to Austrian food that could be found. Happy memories, although it’s over 25 years since I lived in that neck of the woods.
      All the best, I look forward to reading more of your blog.
      Eddy

      • Skipton is a regular day out for us – a long way round but we usually go via Bolton Abbey then over the moor to Embsay, stopping there in the Elm Tree for a pint. We have good friends up the hill from Bingley – at Eldwick – so are regularly there – it’s only about 10 mins away in the car. I was away from here for about 25 years too, then again for 11.1/2 years in Romania, but it’s good to be back now. The sour soup made with the liquid from the ‘pickled’ cabbage is called ‘cioba de potroace’ in Romania, though that really should have chicken guts etc in it. However, it’s made mostly by the Lipoveni (Russian descendants) – bors is much more usual for Romanians to make the soup sour. Either is great for a hangover, so you could have drunk more than one beer!

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