Long ago, my wife used to have roommates that were sisters, of Polish
descent. They were taught how to make pierogi by their grandmother,
and would periodically make large batches over the course of a weekend.

One sister would change their answering machine message frequently,
and came up with a witty one for that weekend: "it's pierogi weekend,
and we're up to our eyeballs in dough, so please leave a message!".

Sunday afternoon, all their friends were invited over for a feast
of pierogi and kielbasa. It was fantastic. Pierogi then were distributed
in small batches to everyone they knew.