To celebrate the end of the school year, our school had a party -- a Polish barbeque.

Polish people love to be outdoors, enjoying nature. Often people in cities and towns -- apartment dwellers -- will have a piece of land outside of the city where they keep a vegetable garden.  Sometimes the plot is simply the vegetable garden, a tiny house with electricity and plumbing, and a small area of grass. Sometimes there's enough room to have a play area for the children.

You're not allowed to live in these houses -- you cannot set up residence in these houses by law -- but during the summer months people may live there or simply go there on the weekends. And party.

Party hearty.

Polish barbeque is all about sausage on the grill -- nary a hot dog, hamburger, rib or chicken breast in sight! And you don't put these sausages into bun, oh no! You hold them in your hand...

So we've got kielbasa on the grill with a series of little slices along the top, so that you easily can take bites off the end without having to gnaw through the casing. There was mustard, but no sauerkraut, so I'm thinking the kraut must be a US addition.

And then there is the blood sausage. A mixture of mystery meats, kasha, and pigs blood stuffed into an intestine, this is cooked on the grill in individual foil pouches and eaten with a fork. Don't ask, I didn't try it...

We also had some fabulous salads - cole slaw, cucumbers stuffed with feta cheese and sunflower seeds, and broccoli salad. With yummy bread on the side. And homemade desserts. And of course, kickass Polish beer. Too many of those.

Such that I tackled the rope net (usually meant for kids, but hey!).