Motherhood and culture

For several months now I am a member of World Moms Blog. This month Jennifer’s idea of connecting mothers from around the World has it’s 1st Anniversary. To celebrate it her website is hosting link-up for posts about motherhood and culture. If you have an interesting story from your own life, feel free to join.

I’ve thought what to write about for a really long time. I wrote about two pages in Polish and I decided it’s too personal (and I was too lazy to spent the extra time to translate it to English). It was more about what kind of family I grew up with than about the culture I grew up in. I’ve decided not to go that way. So now I’m going to just ramble a little bit about my family and a little bit about my culture.

When I left Poland several years ago I didn’t think I’ll end up marrying an American and having a child (or two) before I hit 30.

And here I am. Trying to balance between two worlds and languages. Knowing only Polish way of cooking I went through a period of frustration and anger. In our relationship I am the one who will eat (or at least try) almost anything.

I grew up eating pork or beef tongues in horseradish sauce and livers sautéed in onion and tripe soup and tatar (steak tartare). Once in my entire life I even tried the most disgusting dish that exist on our Polish menu: Blood Soup. To make it more interesting I witnessed the entire process of making it including killing that poor animal. I was about 6 or 7 years old.

My husband has very particular taste and it’s been a challenge in the kitchen. If I cook Polish food I cook it for myself. My daughter will eat almost anything these days (if it’s not a milk) and I hope it will stay that way. I would really like to be able to cook Polish food for somebody else than myself. I am in a process of convincing my husband to stop saying that some foods (dishes) are gross because I do not want my kids to copy him. Kids do that all the time. They learn from us and I do not want them to be so limited with foods as my husband. I am not criticizing my husband for that. Of course, sometimes I wish he was more open but… he is how he is and I do not want to work on changing that. Knowing how different food could open your mind and help you to get to know new cultures or just simply make your life more interesting it would be shame to rise kids who are mostly pasta, beans, mash potatoes and chicken breast eaters.

As a kid I knew how to milk a cow and I used to drink raw milk. Back then in Poland people didn’t know what pasteurized milk is. That milk would never go bad. It would simply turn into buttermilk which we would eat sprinkled with sugar. These days you can’t do that with milk, even in Poland. Today if I ask for a raw milk people think I want to kill my kid (but that’s a subject for separate post). I get really frustrated at the grocery store because I can’t find yoghurt which are not “low” fat, “0” fat, “2 %” fat. In the country where obesity rates are the highest in the world with 74.6% of Americans being overweight I can’t find “whole” yoghurt… and sometimes I have problems with finding whole milk.

From my childhood I remember how real bread tastes like. The one made on real sourdough not on yeast. That was the way breads in Poland used to be made. Not anymore, though.

For almost my entire life my family have had an allotment garden outside the town. These days my parents use this place mostly for grilling, hanging out and growing a few fruit threes, herbs and veggies (just a few, really). Back in time we grew much more veggies and fruits and we used to can it. While most of my friends would play on the playground after school me and my siblings had to go and help my parents around that garden. Sometimes it was fun. Most of the time I was really bored (and angry). Sometimes we worked in cold or rain (rain means cold as well), sometimes in heat. These days I appreciate what I’ve learned working out there.

Here where we live now, we signed for a spot in a community garden. That spot is about 1/10 of what my family has back in Poland. When we had signed for it about 4 months ago we were 72 on the waiting list! Unbelievable! With so much empty land around us… . In Poland you see those allotment gardens everywhere!

Now something else. If you’re convinced that having at least two kids requires having a minivan – I can prove you’re wrong!

For many, many years we used to drive, all 5 of us, in this kind of cute little car:

… and we would get wherever we wanted to on time. In this tiny car we would travel through Poland (5 people) packed with our clothes for a month and with a dead pig in the trunk 🙂

I grew up with parents who thought dogs are good only for guarding the house but only from the outside. It was a miracle they let us keep a dog my sister got as a b-day gift on her 18th birthday. We cried and cried and they finally let us keep him.

All three of us, on the other hand, grew up as a loving dogs people. These days we all have dogs. In my case the bigger the dog the bigger my love towards it and I have a feeling that our daughter will be the same way.

This isn’t a cultural thing, I would say. It’s rather a personal difference we all grew up with. But looking from my parents perspective it was a cultural thing. They both was raised in Polish village where dogs weren’t domestic animals. They were kept for protection. Outside. Period.

Btw, I grew up in a culture (and in times) where for 16th b-day we wouldn’t be given a car or anything a half that fancy. Parents didn’t throw for us anything like “sweet 16”. It’s a b-day like every single one before and after. Instead of that my middle class working full-time parents were able to send all three of us to college and gather big account of savings in case if any of their children would need some financial help starting a family. That actually doesn’t count in my case as we wouldn’t get much US dollars for Polish złote.

Anyway, I hope I’ll be the same kind (in this matter) parent to my kids. I hope I’ll have the wisdom to choose between what’s necessary for my kids and what they can live without (even if they don’t agree with me at the time).

I wish I could give them just a little bit of what I experienced as a kid. Being able to experience life in a farm, knowing nature and feeling connected to it. I’m not very fond of the strict and emotionless parenting style I had to go through but we can’t change the past. We can only try to do better for the future.

I know that the difference my kids will experience are not going to be the cultural ones only but created by time as it was with me and my parents, and as much as I can teach them about my culture I can’t predict how the future will look like and how big of a difference it will create between generations. I can only hope for the good.

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Fake Ree Drummond and quite real egg in a hole

As a big fan of Food Network I couldn’t miss “The Pioneer Woman” cooking show. Even my husband wanted to watch it. His motives were totally different from mine, though. I am not a cowgirl (neither my husband wish to be a cowboy) and do not wish to be one but I wouldn’t mind to have a few animals, my own fruit and veggy garden and to live in the middle of nowhere. Though, that’s a totally different image from Ree Drummond‘a life. I actually think that with my plans and dreams of a small farm I would be more of a cowgirl that she is.

No, I am not Ree Drummond fan. I do not read her blog. I used to be interested in her photography tips but I’m not anymore. I do not have any of her books, btw, from what I’ve read about them they are really poorly written and every single recipe she’s selling in one of her books are available for FREE on her blog.

After watching her show I though: gosh, is she a superwoman or what? homeschooling, cooking, baking, keeping sinfully clean not one but two houses, blogging all about it, editing photos, creating her own Photoshop actions, and tutorials, and much  more! How do you do that Ree? In between you spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to upgrading, not your home, but the guest house  on your property?  

After I saw a few episodes of her show I asked myself: Why living in a cattle ranch (in ranch in general) she always buys meat and eggs and veggies and actually EVERYTHING?! Kinda weird. Isn’t it?!

Then I started reading about her and her life. She has never worked a day in her entire life. She’s got maids to do all the work for her. I wouldn’t be surprise if she had somebody who writes that blog of hers for her.  She grew up as a millionaire and got married to a millionaire. She is one of the bored and rich house wifes. The difference is she does not live in Orange County or Beverly Hills or Chicago on New York. She lives in Oklahoma in the middle of nowhere and she is just a bit more talented (smarter) and more bored than those house wifes of big cities of whom BravoTv is filled up with.

… and I got really tired of her fake tv show image of “simple rancher’s wife” living “simple life” in a “simple ranch”. ugh…

… and I’m quite disappointed by Food Network by having Ree on their website list of “chefs” among cooks like Alexandra Guarnaschellli, Boby Flay, Anne Burrell or Robert Irvine. Those people should be really offended.

… and I laugh reading “An Open Letter to Ree Drummond”. As I have never been her big fan I totally understand that letter…  or this website.

… and Ree…. thanks for your recipe for “Egg in hole”. That’s the only thing that turned out useful from your show. My husband loves it.

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