Our first Italian Christmas happens to be in Poland. 🙂 I was hoping for either Ewa or Moka to come over, but both found the flight costs too expensive and we would have ended up just the 3 of us, like in pandemic. So Floro treated us to a short trip to Poland and here we are, enjoying some Polish Christmas and getting fat.

Mum has done her best, as usual, we have eaten really well. On Christmas Eve two plates stood out for me, the golabki with only porcini filling, lovely and delicate and the herring, sweet one, with raisins and onions, so good.

But today for lunch there was goose. I think I only had goose once, minced, in pierogi, in Poland too, but today was so much better. It was cooked for a good few hours with salt, garlic and marjoram, served with my beloved kluski slaskie and red cabbage. A true feast, we all loved it.

Hopefully next Christmas we will all be in Tuscany is our new place, I would happily opt for a goose again.