As always, life in Dobrzyn is relaxing, consisting of working, reading, eating, and the occasional walkie to the river or trip to town to buy food.
Food first: there are still many cherries on the trees, left by the pickers since they weren’t ripe. That gives me the chance to go out and, with minimal effort, procure the makings of a fresh cherry pie.
For yesterday’s pie:
Monday’s pie was full of grace: it had only a top crust, but a flourless one made only of almonds, eggs, sugar, and butter:
Much of the day I’m like this: working (children’s book and writing a talk for next week), but with the Princess by my side:
Sometimes she sleeps on the adjacent couch:
Cyrus is always nearby:
“Second breakfast” yesterday consisted of a bowl of fresh raspberries with yogurt and a bit of sugar:
And “third breakfast” was a Greek salad with feta cheese and balsamic vinegar:
After lunch we went to the store for supplies. I bought sausages for Cyrus (I can’t give treats to Hili without feeding the d*g). As always, the meat section had more sausages than you could shake a stick at:
And we bought veggies at the local market, as Malgorzata and Andrzej like to patronize the small grocers whose business is being hurt by the newish supermarket. Here she’s choosing plums for our daily treat (see next photo):
Yesterday we had a plum tart instead of cherry pie. Malgorzata insists that I tell you that although she promised me a cherry pie every day of my visit, it was my at own request that we had a pastry made from local plums. It was good, too!
And for dinner (Malgorzata again insists that I say that this was my request), we ordered a pizza from the only takeout place in Dobrzyn. Although most of the pizza there is inedible, they say, there is one pizza that is tolerable, but only if you add extra cheese. Malgorzata thus melted mozarella on top of it. This pizza, as you might expect in Poland, is heavy with meat: ham, sausage, bacon, and smoked meat:
After dinner i gave Cyrus one of the sausages I bought for him. He loved it, though he swallowed it so fast I that it’s hard to believe he even tasted it!
Afternoon walkies by the Vistula river, which adjoins the property:
Cyrus enjoys his walkies, especially because he gets to chase his ball on the way back:
The Princess says goodnight. I love the stripes that run sideways from the corners of her eyes. These are seen not just in tabby cats, but in many wild cat species. I’m not sure what function they serve: perhaps camouflage, though that doesn’t make a lot of sense.
Egyptian wildcat, the ancestor of domesticated cats:
Pallas’s cat (manul)