Poland: the tastes of my childhood

And here I am, in Poland, that makes me poor in the end. This last month or so, I've survived mostly on borsch, but today I've resigned from buying beetroots; at almost 1 euro a kg, they are too expensive, in my appreciation. One euro, it should be a kg of oranges, in that Europe of mine, not just beetroots in Poland. 
Overall, I am down to the staple food of Eastern Europe: buckwheat groats, beetroots, and bread with sugar. From the list, buckwheat, beetroots, and bread are out of acceptable prices. The sugar is the cane one, in tiny paper bags, that I brought from an elegant coffee shop, at better times. Good I've never lost the poverty habit of stuffing my pockets with spare sugar bags.