Melba's Jammin' wrote:
>
> In article >, guy f klose >
> wrote:
>
> > 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.
> >
>
> Ah, they are better women than I could aspire to be, Guy. :-) Our
> annual Pirohy Marathon was held on January 22 (pictures on my website)
> -- destined for my freezer and my personal consumption. :-)

I'm with you, Barb. When I lived in So. Cal. I used to have to
make my own pierogi so I would invite a bunch of people to help.
We would have an assembly line and make many, many dozens of
pierogi. Then we would eat some for dinner. Unfortunately, since
they had all helped to make them, I had to give some to the
people who came to the party. I always begrudged them those
pierogi. I know I'm evil and selfish but pierogi are one of the
world's great foods and one can never have enough. ;-)

Kate

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