for KGK again This is today’s challenge. It will be short. We hardly ever eat soup, but we had guests yesterday and they like soup. I have a very small repertoire, but I know how to make onion soup. But it’s better if you have all the right ingredients. Beef stock seems to be the […]Read Post ›
for KGK This is actually meant for yesterday, but I was tooooo busy to write. I hate umbrellas. I know they are very useful, but God did not provide me with a third hand, and I always need my original two for other things. Nevertheless I am rarely without one, especially in the winter. though […]Read Post ›
To think that the original small pox vaccine came from cows. Now we call almost all inoculations vaccines, but they’re not really. A bit like calling every vacuum cleaner a Hoover. Though in Poland apparently they were all Electroluxes. and the youth of today hoover with Dyson. Ah well. But that was a little digression. […]Read Post ›
London that is. Yesterday I had to go to Kentish Town to interview a ceramic artist who has very kindly donated some of her works for the 50th Polish Ball which is taking place next February. I have the privilege of putting together the souvenir programme, and so I thought I would make the little […]Read Post ›
I was too tired to write yesterday so here is a short one. Very short because I am singularly uninspired! What a strange word. Ugly word. Unpleasant. Reminds me of the Polish word Głupi. Pronounced gwoopee. Means stupid.Gloop is such a yucky texture. Custard. Rice pudding. Mud. Panna cotta. All the things I don’t like.No […]Read Post ›
For the Mhinisteir’s wife Today is the sixth of December. For me the real beginning of the Christmas season. This was the day when good children were given a little present and naughty children a birch rod. One year my mother gave me a rod. It was very small and gilded. Very pretty. But a […]Read Post ›
for KGK I have always detested jelly shoes. So why I am I writing about them? You may well ask. Well, this is my prompt of the day, given by my eldest daughter. I have a feeling she always wanted a pair and this is her way of getting back at me. Or maybe not. […]Read Post ›
For M Today is St Barbara’s Day. My namesday, as we post-war Poles say, or nameday as it apparently should be said. I only found that out yesterday whilst out celebrating this chance occasion. In Poland the custom of celebrating your name on the day of the Saint in the catholic calendar is actually much […]Read Post ›
A hard one this, Tony, but one thing comes to mind. When I was at university there were adverts all over the place for scholarships to various places. I would look at them and think nothing more of them – I didn’t consider the possibility of ever getting one. Confidence was never my strongest point […]Read Post ›
Yes – I was meant to write this yesterday. This was our first house. I may have written about this before, but when we got married in 1979 we didn’t really have anywhere to live. My husband had come over from Poland – one of the few at that time who did everything absolutely legally, […]Read Post ›
Life Through Basia's Eyes 