Who Stole The Kiszka?
Mood:  hungry
Topic: Pregnancy
It has become apparent that I have completely lost my mind, culinarily speaking. Apart from wanting to eat nothing but Asian food, I have developed an unnatural focus upon Polish food. For the record, half of the blood running through my veins is of Polish origin (my mother was born Downarowicz, my maternal grandmother was a Zambrycki), but this, in the words of Elvis Costello, is strange and sudden.

It's so strange, sudden and expensive that I just placed an order on a Chicago Polish cuisine website requesting Polish rye bread, mustard and horseradish, together with kiszka, veal sausage and kielbasa. Do you see where that is unnatural? I might as well, I don't know, move to Wisconsin or something. (What say, Lisa?) Talk about culinary contradictions. I couldn't be more inconsistent if I sat down and thought about it.

Good thing we know I'm not pregnant. Because given my recent culinary tangents? I would so be convinced I was completely pregnant. And Polish. And Japanese.