Babusia

Hanna sent food over when my babusia was sick.

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Now you can buy Polish sausage all ready for the pan any time you have a hankering for it. Good, some of it is, too. But when it is Christmas and your roots are in Poland, there is a chance the commercial product simply will not do. It’s got to be kitchen-made by you, as it was made by mama and babusia before you.

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BUT WHAT about these pierogi? Looking at Helen [Szachta] you sense this is a woman who must be a master at making those morsels. Or Anne [Dresden], or Bea [Rybak] or Veronica [Grzena]. Nope. They never ate pierogi when they were kids. Or when they were, say, 50. “Listen, our mother never made pierogis,” Helen said. “And babusia (grandmother) never made pierogis,” Anne added.

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A little girl, a first-generation American, sat on her front steps near Broadway and translated dispatches from Europe in the local papers into Polish for older women dressed in black, the eyes of the old “babusias” growing wide and small as they heard the names of besieged cities, towns and villages.

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