Back when I first started this site, I shared with you my prized recipe for my Grandfather’s Cabbage Rolls. I taught you some valuable Polish words like Dziadzia (jah-jah), which means grandpa, and Gołąbki (ga-whump-ki), which is the traditional Polish cabbage roll. Speaking about my Dziadzia is always bittersweet. It has been about five years since he passed away, and I still miss him. I know my entire family still misses him too. He is always in my heart and on my mind though, especially with one of my favorite holidays, Easter, approaching. Over Christmas, I succumbed to the impulse purchase of a small rosemary bush. He would probably be sad that after all the time I spent around him, watching him garden while growing up, I barely kept that plant alive for a week or two at most.  But I can make a mean batch of pickles, which he would be proud of. I always regretted not learning Polish. I know it is a difficult language, but I think that would have just made him so proud. I actually live in a predominantly Polish area. In fact there is a Polish bar/club Mike and I stumbled into without really …

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