Polish Sausage Sandwiches Deserve to be Passed Down

“Oh my God. What is that smell?” “Eww! Where is it coming from?” “I’m gonna barf!” “Um, yeah, um, gross………um, yuck…….that’s so, um….ewww.” I tried my best to join in on the running commentary regarding the foul smell filling up my 3rd grade classroom a. Because it really did smell. b. Because the smell was…

That’s How We Roll

  Disco Ball?  Check. Incense?   Check. Dollar bills?  Check. A sea of red stained lips, short skirts, over-processed blonde locks and rhinestone studded stilettos?  Check. Cigarette smoke billowing from ashtrays?  Check. Another Sunday morning mass at our Orange County, California Polish church?  Check.   (this disco ball hangs several dozen feet from the altar of…