There comes a point in every Polonophile's New Year's diet when she has to make a decision between continuing on the straight and narrow path of not eating everything she can think of and going to Poland to eat all this stuff while the exchange rate is still 5.8 zl to the British pound sterling.
As a matter of fact, we in the Historical House now make our own kotlet schabodowy by walloping pork chops flat with a wooden rolling pin. You can do this yourself, but if a man lives in your house, you should get him to do it, for even the gentlest, mildest of men gets enormous satisfaction out of pounding a pork chop into a pork pancake.
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