I've been really into cooking lately, because it seems that creating my own sustenance is the only thing that clears my head. The vigorous chopping. The extended standing. The quick body movements. From the moment Carly told me about her ability to make this homemade specialty, I vowed to make my way to her kitchen.
We used Carly's grandmother's original (note: secret) recipe for cheddar cheese and potato pierogies. I stood and stuffed dozens of dumplings while a bronzed Buddha giggled, Kiel read The New Yorker and black cats begged to lick the bowl. (They weren't allowed, obviously). The hardest part of the process was sealing the dough edges and making each one look professional.
By the end, I was exhausted but Carly and I did daydream up aspirations to start our own double heritage food truck with pierogies and on my Italian side, ravioli. Next cooking adventure to come.
Until then, here are some photos from the day. If you're feeling ambitious try this similar recipe here.