Grochówka. Oh, where do I begin? One of my favourite soups growing up, I remember just how excited I was coming home from nursery, running into the kitchen. A little 4 year old me, standing on my tiptoes peeking into the great big pot (I think the pot was probably normal in size, perhaps I was just really, really small?). "Is it ready yet, dad?" I’d say impatiently. Of course, the answer was always “not yet”.