One thing I adore about Polish weddings, If you live in Chicago, minimum attendance, four hundred, is going though the reception line. The father/grandfather/uncles of the bride have the most beautiful heads of silver hair imaginable. Bill Clinton would kill for that hair.
But the best thing: If you are a woman, these attractive men click their heels and kiss your hand. Tremendously old-fashioned and romantic, I read, probably in the Times, a couple of years ago, that hand-kissing was a tradition that Poles would not renounce for the Soviets. You can hear it in the Chopin.
Polish sausage, Polish hospitality, hand-kissing and pierogi: I bend the knee.
But please, what else should I know about Polish cuisine?
Edit: Late night spelling.
Edited by maggiethecat, 22 February 2003 - 12:02 AM.