Saturday is market day in the B[ZU] home. So after awakening our taste buds at Hale Mirowskie, the largest local farmer's market, we were on a hunt to find some delicious breads and buns to go with our fresh acquisitions. We could've found something at Hale, but we are also in the stage of looking for a good local bakery so we decided to pay a visit to a neighborhood spot.
Once we crossed the threshold, it was clear that most of our neighbors must have paid a visit earlier on, since there wasn't really much left to choose from. However, we were not deterred and we attempted to glean more information from the lady at the counter about the types of breads that they had left.
Polish people love the grains.
When she started naming off the varieties, we just got more and more confused. At one point she named one type and and followed up with a " and it's really good." So taking the cue, we asked "what is ( orkiszowy )?"
The poor lady gave us a confused but tired smile and just waited for us to make a choice.
How embarrassing. Only after leaving the store did I realize how dumb we sounded. Can you imagine a Canadian walking into a Canadian bakery, speaking in a perfect Canadian accent, and after having had corn bread pointed out to him/her, says "sounds good, what's corn"? Or having had been offered an almond cookie asked " what is almond?" This is pretty much what we did. We have the accent but not the elementary Polish vocabulary.
So, we bought the chleb orkiszowy (after research, turned out to be spelt bread) and tried to quantify the amount of confusion we cause people, and will continue to cause people for the next two years, over our lovely lunch.
Bisouxx!
B[ZU]
Once we crossed the threshold, it was clear that most of our neighbors must have paid a visit earlier on, since there wasn't really much left to choose from. However, we were not deterred and we attempted to glean more information from the lady at the counter about the types of breads that they had left.
Polish people love the grains.
When she started naming off the varieties, we just got more and more confused. At one point she named one type and and followed up with a " and it's really good." So taking the cue, we asked "what is ( orkiszowy )?"
The poor lady gave us a confused but tired smile and just waited for us to make a choice.
How embarrassing. Only after leaving the store did I realize how dumb we sounded. Can you imagine a Canadian walking into a Canadian bakery, speaking in a perfect Canadian accent, and after having had corn bread pointed out to him/her, says "sounds good, what's corn"? Or having had been offered an almond cookie asked " what is almond?" This is pretty much what we did. We have the accent but not the elementary Polish vocabulary.
So, we bought the chleb orkiszowy (after research, turned out to be spelt bread) and tried to quantify the amount of confusion we cause people, and will continue to cause people for the next two years, over our lovely lunch.
Bisouxx!
B[ZU]