- take old, folded carrier bags with you every time you venture out to a supermarket.
Wow, was my Grandad Polish then? I did not know that :) Maybe Bonny Prince Charliski had it away with a great great great great gran of mine during the '45 :)
Sorry, after 8 years of being familiar with Polish I still chuckle at Byc .... so schoolboyish,but,hey ho.
Milk? I gave up on that as soon as I cross into Germany from Holland or as soon as I get on the ferry to calais TBH.
The shocking thing is when first in the Wild East is getting through that first breakfast.
A nice bowl of *CornFlakes*, "Ok, wheres the milk and why is there a big bowl of vile pink looking yoghurt,ewww,no, theyre putting it on their cereal....argh, never mind, I know Mleko ?Mlekom,sod it, I can mime milking a cow if it comes to it, i'll ask a waitress for some milk for the cereal."
"Lovely,here she is,OK, WTF is the milk warm love?"
Stupidly you send the piping hot milk back and eat a few rolls and some tastless rubbery cheese then decide to have a nice cup of coffee, " Milk ,two sugers" or " Moo Moo,erm, dwa sucre,azucar,suger,sweetex...oh,yes,on the table ,jenk koo you "
Coffee comes back, black,two sugers,some bag of baby powder,chalk dust, ricin which you geuss is what passes for milk .....well, I learned my first 36 hours behind the Iron Curtain that its SOP to get a black coffee with some splodge of yellowish powdery slime on the top and have it be called a nice cup of coffee. What makes me laugh is the whole " Poles are the best coffee makers in the world ever,thing in Pan tadeasz :)