My mother's parents were #Polish (I remember my grandma telling my Auntie Dolly that she came to America on the boat when she was 14). When I was very young, my mother says that my grandpa would talk to me in Polish, and I'd answer in English, and that delighted him.
My father's ancestry was #German, and he didn't want my mother talking to me in Polish (because he couldn't understand it), so now any Polish I know is #food names. And only how to say them, not how to read or write them, except #kluski and #pierogi. For me, kluski in milk (which I can /kinda/ say in Polish), is my ultimate comfort food.
My partner's heritage is #Czech. So for #ValentinesDay, I made her raspberry #kolaches. In #Texas, "kolaches" tends to refer to #kloblasneks, and the nearest place where I can get /real/ kolaches (that have the posypka topping) is in another town.
This was my first time, which is why you don't get pictures. I learned a lot, and the next batch will be amazing.