One of the favorite dishes of my childhood in Poland was Bread Soup. It was a very delicious kind of dish. Old bread and garlic and some butter, covered with boiling water created an irresistible combination. Some special spices could be added to this concoction, to round the taste, but otherwise... it was good old bread and water. It took me this long to realize that we simply had no food. We had nothing to eat, just dry bread. (The soup was best with old bread.) How delicious can life be even though one might be what others could perceive as poor... It is difficult to imagine, isn't it? (I never, ever missed such weird stuff as peeps...)
Its interesting you mentioned this since I was just talking to my dad about the same thing. My dad came for a family of 10 kids and they had very little. However he was thinking back and how his mother did stuff such as cooking a roast and being able to use the same roast for meals for 3 or 4 days, and how she did it in a way that the kids didn't realize that they were bad off and it tasted good too! I think it says a lot for his mother and yours too.
Posted by: Blaine on April 8, 2003 07:28 PM:) ...you just reminded me of the (slightly salty because it must've been buttered) toast my mother used to give me sometimes, soaked in warm milk. funny. i was very small...
Posted by: yolande on April 9, 2003 10:21 AMohhh i love this entry... it seems that when you have nothing is when you appreciate every little thing the most... it's a lesson learned that i would never trade for anything.
wonderful memory.
Posted by: - s - on April 20, 2003 04:37 PM