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I haven’t “blogged” for some time, mostly because I’m not sure how to blog anymore. I think you just post stuff, but it’s longer than a tweet? I’m going to take a swing at it by posting this nearly two-century old poem about the Eastern European hunter’s stew Bigos:

Bigos is no ordinary dish,

For it is aptly framed to meet your wish.

Founded upon good cabbage, sliced and sour,

Which, as men say, by its own zest and power

Melts in one’s mouth, it settles in a pot

And its dewy bosom folds a lot

Of the best portions of selected meats;

Scullions parboil it then, until heat

Draws from its substance all the living juices,

And from the pot’s edge, boiling fluid sluices

And all the air is fragrant with its scent.

From the “Polish national epic,” Pan Tadeusz, 1834

published February 24, 2013

Comments

  1. Nick Rudzicz

    In the Eastern reaches of France, bigos is known as “choucroute à la polonaise,” while in Poland, choucroute is known as “Alsatian bigos.”

    Bigos also follows the age-old Polish cooking technique of “boil everything for hours and then spices.”

  2. Darius K.

    For the record: I really like Bigos.