Polish Fried Dough

I have very few personal qualitites worth bragging about, so usually I just fall back on bragging about my Polish blood-- all 1/4's worth of it.

While we were on the Island, John took us to the Polish Festival, and we saw glum Polish girls splashed with color.




And many other things, the most important of which were elephant ears! Yum. Even Piper got in on the fun. Just look at her straining for a bite, not knowing that I had already thoughtfully placed her portion on her head.