What does a potato have to do with confectionery? Hopefully nothing, unless one has a crazy mother who specialises in purée poured over with chocolate sauce (however, not all that combines meat with a sweet flavour is bad and I can fully recommend turkey with cranberry sauce).
And what does the potato holiday have to do with sweets? Hopefully a lot! I guess there's no need to explain it to true-born Poles that Poznań is (in)famous (?) for potatoes and every year Poznań dwellers celebrate the days of Poznań with tones of baked potatoes stuffed with white cheese and chives.
However, it is seemly to explain that I am... I have been a citizen of Poznań for a few months now (although it still feels like three months only and this is what I say to every newly- acquainted person... and so does Christobal). This is how I landed up in Łęgi Dębińśkie. It is worth mentioning that we travelled twice as long as we stayed there as Chritopher believed he knew Poznań better than I did (not this time, my dear... not this part of the capital of Wielkopolska, at least).
Anyway, we turned up at the concert of Myslovitz quite unexpectedly. Not that somebody expected us. It's just we didn't expected ourselves to be there, to wander this much, this long and this stubbornly and persistently.
Tired (both physically and mentally), resigned and NOT at all hungry, we considered a stall with fudge a refuge. It was my first time I had seen so many candies in one place and so great a variety of sweets. This is what the heaven looks like after a long, lonely hike. We chose our favourite and paid too much but I must say, with fugde melting in my mouth Myslovitz sounded much better. It is really hard to judge then, which was a bigger attraction of the evening ;)
How foolish of me it was to believe the fudgy kingdom is 'assembled' just for this one particular occasion. Apparently the fudge-makers were specialties representatives of The Posen Region and I had the pleasure of meeting them again at Bethlehem-like Fair in the town square (www.poznan.pl). That was also the first time I had tasted oscypek (oh! Be English on your English blog!) Ekhm! I meant smoked ewe's milk cheese made in the Tatra Mountains... (neat! ;D). Tasty but not fudgy enough ;)
