With this village delicacy, I have the warmest childhood memories. Grandmother and grandfather constantly kept the pigs, and that is why every winter we had a finger-pounded sausage (we shoved it with a meat grinder with a nozzle, of course), a cindyuk (we will talk about it later), saltison and necessarily a polandzwica. And since there are only two loaves of pigs and they were not always allowed to pick salty, there were not so much polandzwica in terms of a fairly large family. And I always wanted more. And only this spring I was honored to do it myself. And it turned out the same as my grandmother did. A shop is never the same.