Christmas borscht
Photo: Mama’s savory Polish Christmas Eve supper.

Sometime during supper:

Tiern: “Can I have some more of that white stuff? I really like it.”

Dadoo: “The potatoes?”

Tiern: “No, the other white stuff.”

Mama: “The borscht?”

Tiern: “No.”

Mama: “The eggs?”

Tiern: “No. Not that white stuff.”

Mama: “Oh, the opłatek. Here, finish Little Miss’s.”

Tiern: “Yum!”

Dadoo: “Do you know this meal is a Polish tradition?”

Tiern: “It’s yummy (popping another piece of kielbasa into his mouth).”

Dadoo: “Do you know you’re part Polish?”

Tiern: “Oh. …Are you Polish?”

Dadoo: “No, I don’t have any Polish in my family tree. But you get your Polish from Mama. All the kids have some Polish in them. You’re more similar to your siblings than I am to you.”

Little Miss: “I’m not Polish.”

Mama: “You are part Polish.”

Little Miss: “No I’m not.”

Dadoo: “Yes, Miss, you are part Polish.”

Little Miss: “No I’m not POLISH!”

Awkward silence…

Tiern: “Let’s eat some PIE!”

Dadoo: “Great idea.”

Christmas Eve Cherry Pie
Photo: Mama’s flavorsome Christmas Eve cherry pie.

Little Miss Pie
Photo: Well, for Little Miss, let’s say she’s more cream than pie (she had several helpings of cream, the pie underneath the cream topping went untouched). Where’s Grandpa G when you need him?


About Dadoo

A Catholic family man and scientist who finds solace in little joys and adventures. Turning to comedy, inspiring stories and music to lift spirits along the rugged road.

Posted on December 25, 2013, in Culture, Family, Food. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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