Mon 22 Nov 2004
The house has been invaded by young college men…members of Josh’s group project are here, and I’m sequestered away downstairs watching the joyous food network. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the two dance classes I taught and than the modern class I subsequently took, but I’ve decided that this summer I HAVE TO ATTEND THE ANNUEL PIEROGI FESTIVAL. Yes, that’s right, the Food Network profiled this wonderful festival. (It was painful listening to the host mispronounce “pierogi” repeatedly…it’s like PURE-OH-Gee…not Per-ogi) It doesn’t matter that it’s held in Whiting, Indiana, I’m gonna make the trip anyhow. I encourage anyone else to join me.
Many of you may not know that my Mother is Polish and we eat pierogis every Christmas Eve. My Mom handmakes them, filling the little dough pockets with mushrooms or potatoes and cheese. They are heavily rooted in tradition and a cult favorite amongst most eastern Europeans. We love them, and I’m determined to get myself to this festival.
Just look at how happy he is! I’m telling you, 10 year H.S. Reunion be damned, I’m going to this festival.
November 23rd, 2004 at 11:06 am
I just watched “Grosse Pointe Blank” last night (and Romy and Michelle’s HS Reunion a few weeks ago), and it convinced me that I will definitely not attend my ten year reunion. I think the Pierogi festival is an excellent alternative. Count me in.
November 23rd, 2004 at 12:48 pm
Johnny and I just recently discovered pierogies, and I don’t know why we waited so long! Really, how can you go wrong with dough, potatoes and cheese all together? We’ll meet you at the festival next year!