I’m Not Saying Polish People Came Up With the Wet T-Shirt Contest, But…

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Polish tradition has it that today, the day after Easter Sunday, is Śmigus-Dyngus. (Say it with me: SHMEE-goos DIN-goos.) Loosely translated to Wet Monday, it’s a sanctioned day of harassment that originated with the boys splashing the fairer sex with buckets of water early in the morning. And, Wikipedia tells me, “striking them about the legs with long, thin twigs or switches.” Ok, that’s kind of messed up.

Eventually, the girls caught on and realized the boys shouldn’t have all the fun. Today, it’s morphed into a free-for-all. Sort of the Polish man’s April Fool’s Day. I usually take silent note of my Śmigus-Dyngus obligations on Easter Sunday, but the notion evaporates with Monday morning’s post-holiday food haze. But for some reason, the prank snapped into my consciousness this morning. I scurried into the bathroom, wet my hands under the cold faucet, then ran to my husband, flicking my fingers in his direction. I was so pleased with myself for finally remembering. He was not. I should have done it before he put on his freshly pressed button-down.

In the spirit of this Polish day of punking, here’s a round-up of some (Totally Safe For Work) Wet Monday pictures.  Continue reading

Easter Egg Showdown: Paas vs. Pisanki

Our Easter basket.

For as long as I can remember, Good Friday meant two things in my family:

1) Abstaining from such pleasures as animal meat, sugary treats and music (truth: in 1985, while all my friends took part in the global sing-along of ”We Are the World,” my mother enforced Good Friday law and forbade us from all broadcast devices).

2) Coloring Easter eggs, Polish-style.

Years later my mother’s Good Friday rules have relaxed some, and music plays in the house freely and without consequence. But the ritual egg decorating remains a house mandate. Last night we gathered around the kitchen table once again, three generations of the family, to do our wax-painting duties and make Polish pisanki

My husband was suspect. Why all the fuss over our Polish egg-painting techniques? Wouldn’t it be less of a hassle to dunk a few eggs in some drug-store dye and call it a night?

“This is my family’s tradition!” I protested.

“Well, Paas is my family tradition,” he said.

The man was in luck. We had a fresh package of the stuff, and from the bottom of our egg-decorating supply basket, I fished out an old Paas wax crayon. We would pit his tradition versus ours. You be the judge: Continue reading

Paczki!

This post comes a little late for the Polish Tłusty Czwartek (Fat Thursday), but just in time for Fat Tuesday. Zlati Meyer, a former Philly Inquirer colleague, does a great job reporting about Paczki Day for the Detroit Free Press. A-plus for her pronunciation of paczki (punch-key). A fun piece that’ll have you choking on your Polish doughnuts.