There is nothing better in a Ukrainian family than having your Baba make a mess of perogies. They never taste as good as when she made them.
My Baba would have them resting on every flat surface of the house and you could eat them till you burst and then come back for more. Cottage cheese, cheddar cheese and potato filling with bacon, fried onions and sour cream. OMG. Then next morning she would fry them up for breakfast and you ate them with cranberry sauce.
We would sneak into the kitchen as kids and eat the uncooked ones, raw dough with the filling and they were great that way too.
When I was teaching I always brought in the Babas to show my kids how to make them and afterwards we would have a feast for the whole school. Lucky I usually taught in small Catholic schools or that would have been a lot of work.
Happily this is ONE thing from my heritage that got passed down to me. I wish I had more friends to share them with. Once a month my mom's church has Perogie Supper and the place is PACKED for 4 hours as people come and go. It's insane how people will seek out a quality perogy where they can find it.
So buy your Chimo perogies and experience the sensation if you have never had them. But seek out the Baba - only the Baba has the 'good stuff' you are looking for.
This picture also reminded me of when I lived in Manitoba as a kid. This guy named Hunky Bill invented a plastic kitchen do-dad that could make perogies for you. You would lay the dough over the bottom layer, fill the pocket with your stuffings and then put another layer of dough on top. Then by closing the top and bottom pieces together you got several uniform shaped perogies with the ends already pinched. He made a FORTUNE off that stupid thing.
But still. A real lover of the perogie would not go that route. They know that only an individually hand pinched/sealed perogie is good enough for them. Perogies are as Canadian as it gets. A true delicacy from the old country.
And YES, that is a giant perogie statue in Glendon, Alberta. I told you. We LOVE them.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.