I'm currently at my grandmother's and uncle's house in Poland, and it was finally time to make our traditional periogis. It seems weird how there lays so much nostalgia (and yumminess) in such a simple kind of food. I still remember going to the woods to pick blueberries. Not even the mosquito bites could destroy the joy I felt when I could finally taste them, it was like the highlight of my summer vacation in Poland, and they were just as delicious and special to me as all the years before.
Of course I had to take some pictures as well. Particularly because there isn't much I can do here besides taking pictures, reading and trying not to get chased by the dogs and horses around here. (And I wouldn't mess around with the chronically drunk men here either)
Who could've known that they could be artsy as well as delicious?