I am in Poland in a little town where my mum grew up called Opole Lubelskie. In town in Opole, there is a bakery, or piekarnia, that you can smell from all the way down the street and around the corner. It smells delicious. Like fresh pastries and yummy, warm bread. When I lived in Poland, pastries and sweet rolls, along with pate and beer, were staples in my diet. These … Continue reading →