Polish food from Krok Po Kroku group
At my meeting with the Krok Po Kroku group on Friday I got the chance to try some of there favourite Polish snacks, I was slightly nervous to try the different foods at first but excited at the same time. Joanna, the leader of the group took us through the different snacks and sounded out there Polish names correctly for us to take note.
Paluszki – Pretzel Stick
The first thing I chose to try was Paluski, Paluski is a sesame pretzel like stick. We do have something similar in England but it is covered in salt where as the Paluski is a lot healthier only being covered in sesame seeds.
I think these biscuits were my favourite out of all the snacks we were offered, Pierniki Iszatki is a ginger biscuit that comes in different shapes and is sprinkle with icing sugar. The texture of this biscuit reminded me of Rusk biscuits although they were sweeter with more flavour, I really enjoyed them and would like to try them again.
Tymbark – Polish Juice
We were offered Cherry and Apple Tymbark juice which was very different to the juice flavours we are used to in England, I have never come across this combination before, it was a unique taste.
Indian brittle bar from Torshell
A lady working at the youth centre had just got back from a holiday in India and had brought some Indian sweets back for the visitors of the youth centre to try.
Peanut Chikki also known as Kapalandi Mittai reminded me of a granola bar but a lot more sweet and less chewy, I am a big fan of peanuts so I really enjoyed the Peanut Chikki although I found it quite hard to bite into.
‘The Lost Girls’
The Lost Girls is a travel blog created by three close friends. In June 2006 the three women left their jobs, boyfriends, apartments and everything they once knew in New york to embark on a journey like no other before, a year long adventure searching for inspiration.
They began building up an itinerary that started in South America and crawled eastward through Africa, the Middle East, India, Southeast Asia and Australia, they wanted to explore the countries cultures, mindsets and lifestyles of there international counterparts, getting to know thousand of strangers to somewhat find who they are themselves.
Since the launch of the blog it has grown to become a go to blog for younger women looking to travel, young women seeking the fulfil there wanderlust go to the page for support and advise on how to travel.
Also winner of the 2007 Travvies Award for “Best Group Written Travel Blog” and a Finalist in both the 2007 Blogger’s Choice Awards and 2008 Weblog Awards.
I really enjoyed looking through this blog, reading through the accounts of the different countries and cities they have visited just makes me want to pack up everything and leave on a journey of a lifetime! From reading through the blog posts you can see how helpful it is to other women who are wanting to have a similar experience to the three lost girls, they feel comfortable taking the girls advice and feel safe.
Another great feature of the blog is how easy you can find the different posts on each country, simply select the country you’d like advise on and there appears several posts on where to visit once you get there!
In the near future I will definitely be referring back to this blog for help on what countries to travel too and what activities and monuments to visit once I’m there.
Poetry is not one of my hobbies although this poem means a lot to me. This is the poem I read out at my Nana’s funeral therefor it is very close to my heart and brings back many memories, happy and sad.
God looked around his garden
And found an empty place,
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering
He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
And the hills were hard to climb.
So he closed your weary eyelids
And whispered, ‘Peace be Thine’.
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone,
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
Learn 7 uncommon words
Moonshine – The word to describe a fantastic idea.
Traverse – To travel through or across.
Wyrd – The personification of fate or destiny.
Trove – A found treasure.
Felicificative – Tending to make happy.
Scotophobia – Fear of the dark.
Selenolatry – Worship of the moon.
Although this is technically not classed as a ‘story’ I just had to use it! After reading it I found it really put life into perspective for me and how lucky some of us our but do not realise, simple things such as loose change or being able to read are a luxury to other people around the world.
If we could shrink the earth’s population
If we could shrink the earth’s population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look something like the following. There would be:
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south
8 would be Africans
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be non-white
30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59% of the entire world’s wealth and all 6 would be from the United States.
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
(ONE)1 would be near death;
(ONE)1 would be near birth;
(ONE)1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education;
(ONE)1 (yes, only 1) would own a computer.
When one considers our world from such a compressed perspective, the need for acceptance, understanding and education becomes glaringly apparent.
And, therefore . . .
If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who will not survive this week.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.
If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are more blessed than three billion people in the world.
If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation, you are ahead of 500 million people in the world.
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.
If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.
As you read this and are reminded how life is in the rest of the world, remember just how blessed you really are!
Banksy – Exit Through The Gift Shop
Los Angeles based Frenchman ‘Thierry Guetta’ gets the idea that he would like to film street artists in the process of creating their work. He tells them that he is making a documentary, when in reality he has no intention of editing the footage into one cohesive movie. Unaware of this latter fact, many street artists from around the world agree to participate. Thierry even gets into the act by assisting them in creating the art. One of the artists that participates is the camera-shy Brit Banksy, who refuses to be shown on screen unless he is blacked out. Banksy does convince Thierry to use the footage to make a movie. In Thierry doing so, Banksy comes to the realization that Thierry is a lousy filmmaker, but he is an interesting character in an odd yet appealing way. So Banksy decides to use the footage and add additional material to make his own movie about Thierry’s journey in this project. Since Thierry spent so much time involved in the process of street art, Banksy also convinces Thierry to become a street artist himself. Thierry reinvents himself as street artist MBW, an acronym for “Mr. Brainwash”. Banksy, in the end, may regret this suggestion.
The Kite Runner
I first discovered this film first year of college, my english language and literature exam was based around the book. I really enjoyed reading this book, so much that I eventually read it twice! So as soon as I heard that the Khaled Hosseini novel had been made into a film, I wanted to go and see it.
The Kite Runner is a fictional story about two boys from Kabul, Afghanistan. In the 70’s in Afghanistan, the Pushtun boy Amir and the Hazara boy Hassan, who is his loyal friend and son of their Hazara servant Ali, are raised together in Amir’s father house, playing and kitting on the streets of a peaceful Kabul. Amir feels that his wise and good father Baba blames him for the death of his mother in the delivery, and also that his father loves and prefers Hassan to him. In return, Amir feels a great respect for his father’s best friend Rahim Khan, who supports his intention to become a writer. After Amir winning a competition of kitting, Hassan runs to bring a kite to Amir, but he is beaten and raped by the brutal Assef in an empty street to protect Amir’s kite; the coward Amir witness the assault but does not help the loyal Hassam. On the day after his birthday party, Amir hides his new watch in Hassam’s bed to frame the boy as a thief and force his father to fire Ali, releasing his conscience from recalling his cowardice and betrayal. In 1979, the Russians invade Afghanistan and Baba and Amir escape to Pakistan. In 1988, they have a simple life in Fremont, California, when Amir graduates in a public college for the pride and joy of Baba. Later Amir meets his countrywoman Soraya and they get married. In 2000, after the death of Baba, Amir is a famous novelist and receives a phone call from the terminal Rahim Khan, who discloses secrets about his family, forcing Amir to return to Peshawar, in Pakistan, in a journey of redemption.