The new school year has absorbed my time and emotions, but now it has settled into its own pattern. This means I have had time for a little trip. Off we toddled to a village near Bialystok on the Russian border called Kruszyniany. The uniqueness of this village lies in the fact that it is Tartar. The Tartar have been living in this village and area since the 17th century.
There is a small timber mosque. To be honest, if you swapped the crescent on the roof for a cross, it would all look the same. A small restaurant in the village serves (supposedly) Tartar food. I have to say that it was delicious. We all ordered something different. I plumped for the a Meat Layer Cake. Spiced meat in a crispy pastry, which was very tasty, if a little hard to cut through! It really reminded meat of a British dish!!
The wife went for, what to me, was essentially braising steak with spicier meat. Again good plain but tasty fayre.
Young man chose a pie which encased spicy meat. Memories of an overly large Cornish pasty drifted into my English mind. Filling and tasty.
After this we strolled of to the ancient cemetery with someone of the stones weathered into rumps of stone pointing jaggedly from the earth. Names that are considered mainstream Polish showed there origins lay in the Tartar community. Many After this we headed for civilization and a film called ‘Les Saissons’. A wonderful film about he loves of animals in the west of Europe with stunning photography. Good to have some time for ourselves. The great bonus was that the cinema did not serve popcorn. Fantastic as far as I’m concerned.