Fall Bazaar at Polish Cultural Center in Seattle
A noisy kitchen full of voices, busy waiters, and bustling women reminded me of traditional Polish village weddings somewhere in a remote Sub-Carpathian region of Poland. Everything started with a sweet smell of cookies…
In the 80’s and 90’s my mom would be the chief at the majority of village wedding receptions in the entire borough. She’d be responsible for the overall feast preparation: starting from the hard-boiled egg that you add to the vegetable-mayonnaise salad, and finishing on the wedding cake.
Last weekend at the Polish Cultural Center you could eat some meat pierogi, Polish sausage, and a homemade poppyseed cake.
Fall Bazaar at Polish Cultural Center
On Saturday, November 5, on the 18th Avenue where the Polish Cultural Center is located, all the red and yellow leaves have covered the ground. When cars filled the parking lot, and the stream of people entered the Polish House, we could say the Fall Bazaar has started.
This 2-day event reminded me of a Polish village wedding reception, where each and every visitor become a dear guest.
You could see Polish girls and women wearing traditional Cracowian outfits and a Highlander playing his violin on the stage. On top of that, there was a choir singing traditional Polish folk songs and, even though I was missing one song I always crave for on the Polish wedding receptions, everyone seemed to enjoy their time.
The Fall Bazaar was for many Seattleites a great chance to eat borsch, meat pierogi or cabbage rolls. For many guests, that day was also a good occasion to meet and catch up with friends.
Polish homemade cakes from the Polish Women’s Club
Stands with the Polish homemade cakes were full of treats. I remember how in the past ladies from the village used to gather in one house to bake all the wedding cakes and cookies together. There always was a main approving chef that would walk around and try all the icings and creams. This time all the cakes baked for the Fall Bazaar were made at individual houses and once brought that day to the table, each and every of them was a secret recipe.
The greatest sensation were probably Polish pączki (donuts) and “orzeszki” – my mom’s walnut shaped shortbread cookies filled with walnut creams.
All these familiar scents and tastes, smiley faces and conversations led in Polish reminded me of childhood. It was wonderful – thank you!
All the money collected during Fall Bazaar is allocated to the necessary renovations in the Polish Cultural Center and divided between all the Polish organizations functioning within it.