I don’t think I’ve been awake at the dawn of New Year for over a decade, but last night we decided to do it Polish style, with traditional noms, wine, and a viewing of the fireworks (ubiquitous in this country when the years change).
But first, dinner. Poles, like Hobbits, eat about five times a day, with breakfast, “second breakfast” (lunch), dinner (between 2 and 4 pm), the “before-evening” meal (between 5 and 6 pm), and “supper” (between 7 and 9 pm).
I suppose this feed from last night is the “before-evening” meal, a delicious casserole of kasha (buckwheat groats), mushrooms, sausage, chicken, and cheese sauce, served with a vegetable medley that is a hybrid between cole slaw and sauerkraut, all washed down with a cold beer:
Malgorzata then prepared a sumptuous 11:30 pm buffet in the living room: smoked pork loin, cheeses, bread, pickles, smoked salmon, sliced red peppers and tomatoes. Andrzej and Malgorzata prepare for the New Year:
And a New Year’s toast, taken with a self timer:
Emma the d*g was freaked out by the fireworks, and barked continuously (she used to be given d*ggy Valium before the noise began). Hili was also frightened, and hid behind the couch, emerging only after the fireworks had been over for about half an hour:
“Are they done yet?”