|sign on one of the only open churches in the area.|
can you read what it says?
We filled up on many traditional Polish holiday treats, our poor jeep was groaning with the load!
Fresh horseradish, almond rings, Placek (sour cream coffee cake loaf with "crumbly bumblies" on top), sweet smelling hyacinths, fresh and smoked Polish sausage, Pierogi's, chocolate covered sponge candy and assorted Easter chocolates, rye breads, butter lamb, mmmmmmm.
|Dave buys already ground horseradish|
|incendiary horseradish roots|
|don't ask me to wear one of those!!!!!|
|only in Buffalo -|
a strolling accordionist
Czarnina is a duck blood soup, popular with some people, but I can't imagine actually eating it....shudder, ewwwww.
|our house smells divine now that we have|
2 large pots of these beautiful hyacinths
|waiting for an unsuspecting child to wander in.....|
|Pysanky - traditional Ukranian Easter eggs.|
the design is drawn in wax then the egg is dipped in color.
this process is repeated over and over until it becomes a
thing of beauty
|some designs are carved instead|
|I think these Butter Lambs are particularly ugly, but|
they were the only ones I could get a picture of,
there were lots of people standing in line in front of the beautiful ones!
|hollow sugar eggs with spring scenes|
Buffalo really embraces Dyngus Day. It is celebrated with gusto on Easter Monday and most businesses close for the day! There is a huge parade and Polish bands and everyone gets into the "spirit" of the day. It is a folk celebration during which boys gently "whip" the girls legs with pussy willow switches (sold at the Market) and pour water over their heads in order to get their attention......the next day, Tuesday, the girls get their revenge by reciprocating in kind and also throwing dishes and pottery at the boys...... Any excuse for a celebration I guess but I can think of better ways to attract attention to oneself.
After loading our goodies in the jeep and driving around the area for old times sake, we headed to our good friend Judi's house for one last nostalgic moment - dinner of Bocce Club Pizza. Burp.
It was a really really full day.