This year I made pierogi all by my lonesome. I was a little homesick and some how doing this labor intensive family tradition soothed me. The walk back and forth to stove to table, stove to table. The boiling pot, the rolling and filling. It all felt familiar and bittersweet. We are the forth generation of our family out of Poland but yet making the same beautiful dumplings as the generations before.
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