salmon polish

Polish Potato Cakes


  • 1,5kg potatoes
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 onions, very finely chopped or minced
  • 1 garlic clove, minced
  • 4 tbsp flour
  • 2 tbsp breadcrumbs
  • 2 tbsp greek yoghurt
  • 2 tsp majoram
  • 2 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp pepper

For garlic curd cheese sauce:

  • 250g polish curd cheese
  • 6 tbsp greek yoghurt
  • 1 big garlic clove, minced
  • salt, pepper


Peel and using the coarse side of a box grater, grate the potatoes. Leave to stand in a bowl for 1o minutes, then drain off the liquid. Add eggs, onion, garlic, flour, breadcrumbs, yoghurt and seasoning to the bowl with potatoes and mix thoroughly- the mixture should be quite thick. Heat a little vegetable oil in a large, flat frying pan over medium-high. Drop 5-6 mounds the size of a tablespoon of the mixture into hot oil, and flatten to make small pancakes. Fry for 2-3 minutes per side, turning once, until golden brown. Transfer the potato cakes to a plate lined with a paper towel to drain the excess oil. Repeat until all the potato mixture is used, adding a little fresh oil if necessary.

For the sauce, mix polish curd cheese, yoghurt and garlic in a small bowl. Season with salt and pepper to your liking. Leave to rest in a fridge for an hour or so, as the garlic flavour will get stronger with time.

Serve the potato cakes topped with garlic curd cheese sauce, smoked salmon also works great with that combination.

Bon Appétit!


Preference #7.5 Rainy Day Spent Inside [Requested]

Lydia: The strawberry blonde released a gentle melodious giggle, stirring a frenzy of heart palpitations and butterfly wings, as you nipped playfully at the smooth porcelain flesh of her neck. The Notebook, Lydia’s favorite film, play on the television screen as the both of you snuggled on the feathered chestnut loveseat. The soothing trickle of raindrops on the window pane interrupting the playful scene as the storm outside worsened; the intoxicating scent of lavender and cocoa butter teasing your senses, arms cradling the angel’s lean frame in a loving embrace. “Can we start it over?” She queried in a pitiful whisper, button nose scrunching adorably as you giggled at the cute expression. You had to admit, she had you wrapped around her perfectly manicured little finger. “Anything for you princess.” You murmured in a smitten approval, abdomen tightening as she pressed her smooth supple fuchsia lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

Allison: “C’mon.” The plea came out as more of a whine, nose pressed against the frigid crystalline glass, water droplets trickling down the windowpane. “You promised.” Allison released a disappointed sigh, setting her chin on your narrow shoulder as her lean arms wrapped around your waist. The girl’s warm charming copper irises watching the rain splash against the dampened earth, puddling on the cement sidewalks, vivid memory of the promise she made you in the forefront of her thoughts. I’ll teach you how to use a bow on Saturday, she giggled, I promise. “I know, sweetheart.” She whispered against the exposed flesh of your shoulder blade. “We will as soon as it stops raining.” With a disgruntled sigh, you reluctantly agreed, turning around to face your girlfriend. “As soon as it stops.” You reiterate, squinting at Allison in a playful glare. “I promise.” She giggled with a nod, pressing an affectionate kiss to your nose. “It’s an excuse to hold you.” She whispered, a warm blush creeping across her cheekbones at the confession. “You can do that without the crossbow, gorgeous.” You chuckle, cooing at the darker crimson blush gracing her flawless skin.

Cora: “Pink, really?” Cora’s disgruntled voice questioned in feigned annoyance, a displeased sigh whisp passed supple fuchsia lips. “It compliments your skin tone.”  You mumble in a preoccupied tone, shaking the glass vile of salmon fingernail polish. “Plus, I like pink.” Cora rolled her warm chestnut eyes, a subtle smile on the corner of her lavish kissable pout. A crackle echoed throughout the overcast clouds, the whimsical melody of nature’s temper tantrum reverberating through the meager bedroom. “Looks like you’ll be spending the night, cupcake.” You state with a smug smirk, enjoying the annoyance on her flawless catlike features at the cutesy nickname. Cora would never admit that deep down, the nickname stirred butterflies she’d never experienced until you came along. “I think I’ll manage.” She replied; the mattress shook as she plopped down right beside you, a devious glint in those warm cappuccino irises that caused your heart to sputter. She was up to something. Cora always was.

Erica: “What did you get for answer number four?” The question fell on deaf ears as Erica’s coal rimmed warm honey irises watched your every move in utter fascination. The blonde’s pearl white teeth nibbled on the eraser of her mechanical pencil, lycan muscle quivering within the bone confine, a subtle subconscious smirk settling upon her supple ruby pout as your nimble fingers scribbled chaotically across the meticulous lines of the biology notebook. “Babe?” You questioned as you tore your concentration from the notebook strewn in front of you. “Huh?” She murmured innocently, enamored doe eyes blinking animatedly, tilting her head to the side. “You haven’t even written anything down.” You deadpanned, the biology final was taking place tomorrow and for homework the class was meant to do the review sheet to prepare. For the last half hour, you were under the impression that she’d been doing the work. “I am sorry.” She apologized with an exaggerated frown, bottom lip jutted out adorably as her fingers walked up the smooth flesh of your forearm. “You’re just so distracting.” She purred sensually, index finger brushing the surface of your cleavage before she leaned closer. “I don’t want to work on biology anymore.” Without hesitation, she pressed her warm ruby lips against yours, smirking at the ghost of her lipstick on your mouth. “I’d rather work on anatomy.”

Kira: “You’re so cute.” The compliment rolled off your tongue with ease, as if the Korean beauty had always been in your life, the affection felt natural. Kira’s dark chocolate irises widened as she froze in place; chestnut curls tied into a loose bun, flour on her button nose and prominent cheekbones, a nervous smile on her alluring mouth. “Y-you are too.” She murmured shyly. “I mean, you’re not just cute. I think you’re beautiful.” She corrected in a sense of urgency. “I mean.” She groaned, nimble fingertips wiping at the flour on her cheeks, essentially smudging the substance further. “Did I just make this awkward?” Dampening a clean plaid dish cloth, you shook your head with a smirk as you wiped the flour from her flawless skin. “No, you can’t make things awkward. You’re my girl.” You whisper informatively, rolling the dough across the granite countertop. The rain pouring from the heavens cancelled the plans originally made for the day, teacher her to play lacrosse, so instead you’d decided to cook homemade ravioli together. The subtle flirting was going unnoticed due to Kira’s shy nature so you’d opted to complimenting the beautiful girl and unmistakable seduction. “I am?” She squeaked with a brightening grin. “If you want to be.” You shrugged, winking in her direction as you began stuffing the ravioli. “I do!” She exclaimed, blushing a heated crimson as she nodded profusely.