Dzien Dobry is a Polish
phrase and is used as a greeting wishing the recipient to a good day. For some unknown reason little things seem to
trigger my brain into thinking about and using the very limited phrases I know
in Polish. Like all good Polish Catholics
my mom made sure I had my share of classes in Polish school at Holy Cross
church when I was very young. I didn’t learn much of the language, but did
learn how to sing a few songs especially the Christmas carols. Yes, I still can sing them.
My grandmother also got into the act of my learning some Polish. When I was real young I spent quite a bit of time with her while my mother was working a war time job. For me to communicate with her and function in any way I had to learn a few things in Polish. P.S. She was the one to hook me on coffee when I was only four, and that’s without sugar, WW2 you know. Everything was in short supply. .As the years passed by I remembered less and less of the language.
My grandmother also got into the act of my learning some Polish. When I was real young I spent quite a bit of time with her while my mother was working a war time job. For me to communicate with her and function in any way I had to learn a few things in Polish. P.S. She was the one to hook me on coffee when I was only four, and that’s without sugar, WW2 you know. Everything was in short supply. .As the years passed by I remembered less and less of the language.
Ok, why did my mind jump
to Dzien Dobry? I love soup and got
excited over a delicious looking sauerkraut soup recipe on the Taste of Home.
Well, the soup looked Polish got me excited. Years ago when I had my business I
drove from Berlin to spend nearly every lunch at Staropolska on Broad Street in
New Britain. Just loved enjoying one of
their many daily soups on the menu. Here’s
what kept me coming back. The large
variety of Polish beer didn’t hurt either.
Cabbage Soup Mushroom
Soup Beef Tripe Soup
Red Borscht Barley Soup Pickle Soup
Sorrel Soup Ukranian Borscht Chicken
Noodle
Tomato Soup White
Borscht
Also loved the rye bread served with two
buttered slices slapped together. More
importantly, Bogdan, the restaurant owner, had a real knack in hiring wonderful
waitresses from Poland. I became good friends with many of them and marveled
over their energy, attending college, waiting tables and learning our American
ways in only a few short years. I had a lot of fun testing my memory with them
using some of the Polish buried somewhere in my brain.
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