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American people like their ethnic food. Even in my small hometown we have a pizzeria owned by a family who emigrated from Sicily years ago. There’s a Chinese restaurant owned and operated by a family from China as well. Another local restaurant has “sushi night” and you can even find “Thai Chicken” on the truck stop’s menu.
Besides all the funny questions my friends asked me about Poland, another common question was, “Can you make pierogies?” When I answered that in fact, I can, I got almost as many accolades as when I told them that I gave birth without anesthetics, twice.
The cuisine of my family was heavily influenced by my maternal grandmother who was not Polish, but worked her whole life in the food service industry. She liked to cook for us, but she didn’t like to eat. That’s why we had to buy her clothes in the children’s department.
My paternal grandmother, on the other hand, had some Polish roots. She was a Mihalik and her family some generations back hailed from the Nowy Targ area. I guess that makes me a goralka. Now, wait a minute. If you think I’ve been hiding my Polish roots all this time, you’re wrong. Cooking “halupki” (gołąbki) and using the word “dupa” does not a Polish Babcia make. This grandma cooked a lot. I don’t know if she liked to cook, but she had to being the mother of 8 children. She was a specialist in making the food go far and she enjoyed her meals with us, that’s for sure.
Some of my extended family have compiled and printed some family recipes. I have to say that most of them are really bastardized versions of Polish dishes and some are unrecognizable. That doesn’t matter, however. It’s a nice and humorous look at part of my family’s culinary history. Smacznego and enjoy.
And these two recipes below are my favorite. Nothing really Polish about them, but I love that the Never Fail Cake is placed opposite the Better Than Sex Cake.