As my mother taught me, and her mother before her and my great-grandmother Monica Tillwack Bura taught her (we called our great-grandmother, Busha), I will host a Wigilia this evening.
Traditionally, the meal begins with the sighting of the first star. The Trifle dessert was in honor of the Syrian Christian whose Christmas was more English growing up. Besides George, my other guests included Ali, an Iranian whose mother was Christian and father Muslim; Maggie, a former Roman Catholic; and Juliana, a secular Australian, aggressively so. Made for quite a mix.
We had a lovely evening. Maggie made the mushroom soup and after some concern, the final mix enjoyed a multitude of flavors. The perogis from Sophie's Place in Baltimore was worth every minute of the hour on line. And my Christmas ham came out great - with pears and cranberries. I was a bit worried about that, as it was a new recipe and I had to make adjustments to the directions to accommodate time away from home to go to church. But my mom taught me her cooking instincts well. I also prepared the traditional cauliflower recipe and the cucumber salad.
And the evening favor's were in the mode of the city in which I live - a candy cane and an Obama bumper sticker!
Here's some more background on the Polish Wigilia that I shared with my guests.
The Wigilia (or Wilia)
- from the Latin word vigilare meaning "to watch" -
is the Polish meal on Christmas Eve.
Poles greet the evening with
such anticipation, such careful planning and such mystical symbolism,
that it is considered by many to be a greater holiday than Chrismas itself.
The meal is traditional and includes from the forest - mushrooms, wild berries and honey.
All await the the most significant moment of the entire Wigilia supper
- the breaking and sharing of the Oplatek.
Oplatek is taken from the Latin word Oblatum - meaning sacred bread.
In every house in Poland, family and friends break
the traditional wafer and exhange good wishes.
The Oplatek is a thin unleavened wafer, stamped with the figures of the
Holy Child, the Blessed Mary, the Holy Family or the Angels.
The Oplatek is known as the Bread of Love and wafers are sent to absent family members.
A small layer of hay is place under the tablecloth in memory of the Godchild
in the manager & to remind one and all of our humble beginnings.
Sweet Christmas hay, my Polish childhood knew,
You cradle in your tangled wisps the white
Unleaven bread and spread your fragrance through
the mystic silence of the sacred night...
While we remember how the Virgin smiled
Beside a hay filled manager on her child.
by Victoria Janda, Walls of Space 1945
"A Guest in the Home is God in the Home." - ancient Polish adage