perogies pete i cant believe how happy i am, after looking from my roomate's over stocked freezer space (he has the inside part) to mine (the sparse door with three frozen chicken legs and less than a portion of frozen ravioli) to discover, hidden, a bag of perogies on the door! *his stomach growls as he smiles, waiting for the water to boil!* 050831 ... chuckles there's just no way, NO WAY, that that could possibly beat the curry i've just had. oooh, god it was good. i'm a big fat bastard. washed it down with a cold beer as well. 050831 ... pete the beer wins, i must say, i had coffee and a book.. but its my saturday, and what better to do than eat breakfast around 3.30pm? (having gotten up three hours before from a nice, long, alcohol induced slumber of course) 050831 ... chuckles yeah, you beat me there. and work at 7.15 tomorrow kills me, i'll tell you. but friday morning i get to lie in a large, comfortable bed with my la dy. at least, that's what i dream of doing. 050831 ... unhinged mrs. t's aren't real pierogies. i grew up in one of the self_proclaimed pierogie (pyrohy) capitals of the united states. i remember being about four taking a trip to st. josephat's with my mom on a friday afternoon to buy pierogies. it was raining; i was always drawn to the shiny domes on the orthodox churches. i had my yellow umbrella with the navy blue n's on it in different sizes. we went to the back community building of the church and into the basement. the old ladies of the congregation were boiling pierogies in big pots. there was the potato, the potato and cheese, the plain cheese (ricotta) which i didn't like, the saurkraut, the potato and saurkraut....like $3 a dozen or something like that. but the ones boiling in the pots were going to be frozen and sold the next week. they came frozen so you could keep them for as long as you wanted. but if you were little like me, the old ladies would come out of the kitchen with freshly boiled pierogie and give you one so you would shut up and quit whining about how long it was taking. it was a cheese one; ick. i gave the rest to my mom. every christmas eve we have plenty of pierogies. it was an orthodox custom that my grandparents grew up with not to eat meat on christmas eve. there's got to be lots of butter and sour cream and onions or mushrooms. i like mushrooms better. boil or bake the pierogies til they're warm while warming saucepans with butter and onions or butter and shrooms . and then when they are heated through, spoon some butter and sour cream on them. not a low fat food kids, but once you eat REAL pierogies they become the ultimate comfort food. my mom makes pretty good homemade ones, but somehow they just aren't the same as the ones the old ladies boil in church basements. 050831 ... misstree a_boy_i_used_to_know used coffee and cocoa on them, and it was a fabulous step in the evolution of this ghetto_gourmet staple. 050907 ... unhinged i got the recipe from my mom. i'm gonna make a bunch when i get back to milwaukee. 060413 ... nom wooden bowl w/ chopsticks 060720 what's it to you? who go blather from