Feeding an old furnace in the basement with logs and chunks of coal, making sure chimney valve is turned 30 degrees east - otherwise all warmth escapes. Peeling apples for Grandma’s famous tart topped with kruszonka (sweet crumbles). Listening to endless stories and writing down recipes for home made herbal remedies and old-world dishes, particular, capsules of time. Making pierogi for the first time (!) - a true ritual with Grandma's guidance keeping me afloat. Simplicity. Feels like philosophy at its‘ purest.
Freezing temperatures have subsided, winds escalated and we took on the highest elevation in Przemysl, Kopiec Tatarski. Obstructions in first photo caused by 'extreme' conditions.
Grandma’s recipe, with just the right amount of hot water, one egg, pinch of salt, and sifted flour.
As many shapes as people who make them. 100 made, 50 eaten at once.
Freezing temperatures have subsided, winds escalated and we took on the highest elevation in Przemysl, Kopiec Tatarski. Obstructions in first photo caused by 'extreme' conditions.
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