You know, I haven't inflicted many Polish quotations on all of you, and it's about time. Because this weekend (as part of my "work") I heard a carol with the above incipit sung by small boys many times (maybe 6?). And the message of the service was clearly...Christmas is coming. It's almost here. YAY. For those interested, the direct translation of the hymn is that God is coming, the holy day (holiday!) is coming, and a great light will be in the coming days. Alleluja.
So, in the spirit of my avoidance of sausage post-Thanksgiving (no sausage, but definitely gluttony) and preparations for Xmas, I want to get back into talking about Polish food and nourishment more generally. I'm preparing to make a traditional feast for Wigilia (Christmas Eve). It's traditional to "Catholic-fast"--eat only fish and not-porkbeefpoultry. So there will be no sausage. Kind of.
That doesn't mean I haven't been eating it while I browse the carp recipes in my cookbook. (I'm going to cook it "Jewish style". I don't know why it's called that. It definitely has no bacon.) This was chicken sausage. It was so BORING. And salty. Only suited for sandwiches, I tell you.
And, of course, I have no obligation to stick with fish at the big feast. So I bought some pork-centric gifts for myself to unwrap. Krakowian sausage, dried and sliced. It looked really precious. And some pate.
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