I suppose I always knew it would happen eventually. It was just a matter of when. I mean, D’s been raving about the rabbit paella in Barcelona for practically as long as I’ve known him. “I’m taking you there someday, and you’re going to share it with me.” I can’t though. Even though I have a pretty open mind about trying new foods while traveling (though I’m pretty sure there’s no way I’m going to eat bugs), I absolutely refuse…
Fishy Jelly, Pierogi, and A Very Polish Christmas
The best part about Christmas is the coming together of family and sharing a meal. Or, in my case this year, it’s being invited into someone else’s family… a hardcore Polish family. D’s grandfather grew up in Poland, survived WWII, and immigrated to the US where he met his wife and raised 8 children. Through all this, he has kept the Polish tradition of a Christmas Eve supper (a Wigilia) alive. D’s dad has assumed the role of chef and…