Theres still fatback with cabbage left, and veal bigos. So I shout out — Bigos

"Theres going to be hot bigos of lead and gunpowder."

"Bigos, steaks, cutlets, pancakes, vols-au-vent, beef olives, brains, game and fruits make a light and nutritious breakfast."

"There used to be three phases of arriving at a political decision in the Polish diet. The first phase was that of presenting views. Everyone could present any opinion they wanted. Then came the grinding phase. ... Grinding as in a great mortar, where you grind until you produce a uniform mass. Opinions were ground through a long-term discussion. But if this didnt help and if at least one person remained unconvinced or opposed, then he could take the floor of the Polish parliament, shout liberum veto and scurry away – thus dissolving the diet. So the Polish nobility came up with a third phase: it was the phase of making bigos. ... Bigos is a peculiar dish: shredded cabbage and chopped meat stewed for a long time. So the third phase – that of making bigos – meant that the rash nobles would grab their sabres and hack him to pieces, the one who upset the government, who upset the law, before he could get away."

"— How are you, old rogue? Why twist your nose as if you had found some unvirtuous odor? — In the whole camp of Sapieha it smells of bigos! — Why bigos? Tell me! — Beacuse the Swedes have cut up a great many cabbage heads!"

"A maid, wishing to season bigos in haste, went with the pot for some vinegar to the cupboard, where, between other bottles, stood ink, as it was a time of frost. Having poured it in, she serves me bigos of a new style. I try some: the dog wouldnt eat it! And I think to myself, I have never seen bigos in mourning. So having noticed the mistake, I point at the cook: dont let the thief make an inkwell out of my rear!"

"Turkey in sauce, steak and bigos The lords of yore did munch; But nowadays, its worms and snails On which, like storks, they lunch."