I never feel lonely in the kitchen. Simple, ordinary activities take on a different dimension because they remind me of people I loved and still do. When I cook soup, I think of Grandma Antonina, who could season every dish flawlessly. When I make dumplings, I remember Aunt Jadzia, for whom making 100 dumplings was a piece of cake. While I'm frying pancakes, I see Grandma Leokadia and Aunt Apolonia bustling about in the small kitchen, whose golden, crispy pancakes were second to none. Today they were in my thoughts, because we are talking about pancakes :)
