A foodie blogger recounts her locavore roots from Hamtramck to Warren, which are still viable today.
Almost every Saturday, my dad would take us to the Kowalski on Van Dyke
and 10 mile and we'd get lunch meat like Krakus Polish ham and Kowalski
kielbasa loaf (if you can get your hands on some of the stuff, buy it.
It is SO GOOD. They have it in Ann Arbor at Hillers) and we each would
get a little hot snack sausage that has a Polish name I forgot, but it
means "hunters sausage" to eat on the ride home. And we'd get a jar of
horseradish and a loaf of Russian rye bread the likes of which you just
can't get in Ann Arbor. Zingerman's Jewish Rye pales in comparison to
it....but you can find it in Hamtramck (or any place where there's a
lot of Polish people hanging out still). We'd also have dill pickles my
dad made at home to go with our lunch.
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