Taking Comfort in Polish Food & a Recipe For Kapusta

Last week I traveled to Upstate New York with my parents to say a much too early good bye to my cousin, who left behind three beautiful daughters.  Over 1,200 people attended her calling hours, which will give you an idea of the kind of person she was, and how many loved her. I have never seen anything like it.

It was an emotional few days that were filled not only with tears, but with laughter and smiles too.  Funny how even though I  may not see my extended family on a regular basis, when we all get together again we pick up just where we left off. When  it counts,  we are all there for each other, and there is comfort just in knowing that.

There is also comfort in the foods that surround this type of gathering, at least in my family anyway. Maybe it’s just an Italian thing? I don’t know, but I can tell you that from the moment we arrived there was food (really good food)  in front of me, and one of my aunts or cousins asking “Did you get something to eat?” or ” Make sure you grab a plate before you go…”  There were pasta dishes, sausage roll,  greens, tomato pie, antipasto, garlic knots, meatballs, and endless platters of Italian cookies; all familiar dishes to the small neighborhoods in which they are from. These familiar foods conjer up memories of family gatherings and help to soothe the sorrow in their own special way.

Okay, why don’t I have an Italian recipe for this post? You might be wondering that by now, with the first few photos (clearly not Chicken Riggies). Well you see, there are  Polish roots in my family too. Following my cousin’s funeral service, a reception was held at a nearby restaurant. When we walked up to the buffet, I was pleasantly surprised to see an assortment of some of my Polish favorites,  like pierogies, kielbasa, kapusta, mashed potatoes, and golumpkis. A flood of family memories rushed over me just seeing them all together in one place. This is the kind of Polish feast my grandma would put together when we all came to visit years ago. On that dark and  gloomy funeral day,  this was the stick- to -your- ribs kind of meal that offered us comfort and lifted our souls as we said our good byes.

 So today’s post is about remembering those we love, tradition, and the recipes that keep us connected to our past. While most  of what you see here on Table Talk is geared towards entertaining and dinner party fare, I still like my family comfort food, and will share it with you from time to time along the way.

Kapusta (Kah-POO-stah)  is the Polish word for cabbage. There are many variations of this dish; some using fresh cabbage, some with mushrooms and potatoes, etc…but this is not the style I grew up eating. I don’t have my grandma’s original recipe, and actually, I don’t know that she ever wrote it down. But I remember the flavor very well; it was kind of on the sweeter side. I  have made kapusta from memory like my grandma several times,  but this time around I jotted it down on paper.  So here it goes, my family recipe for kapusta. For those who share Polish roots and memories of grandma’s cooking away in the kitchen, you may like this one as much as the Golumpki recipe I posted  a few years ago. Those golumpkis continue to draw hits to my site from Google searches, so I guess I’m not the only one who loves Polish food and the memories that go along with it.

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