Sunday at Wilanów

I think we can all take for granted that sausage isn't the prettiest of foods. It is one of the foods that illustrates that beauty and richness can be embedded deep within. There's no doubt that this white sausage lives up to the pastiness suggested by its moniker. However, chopped up and served in a delicious żurek (sour soup), the creamy and slippery sausage adds substance while contributing to the sense that this soup melts in your mouth.

In Poland one ought to eat soup before every lunch. After spending a Sunday afternoon wandering around the grounds of a palace in the southern districts of Warsaw, the soup course helped make us feel like the 70 year olds who surrounded us at the restaurant. If only we could have sung local drinking songs along with the accordionist roaming the restaurant's patio...