Pierogies! As you might remember from last year’s post (and the year before) on the same topic, we make these half-moon delights each holiday season to devour on Christmas Eve, continuing a tradition from Eric’s grandmother. This year, the girl really got into it, starting by trying to eat all the sour cream that goes into the dough with her bare hands.
Don’t worry, germophobes! We made her wash her hands after that. And then the rolling:
and the stuffing
aaaand 10 dozen (yes, that’s right) pierogies, ready for boiling and sauteeing and gobbling up!
Of course, it was all a little too much for one of our helpers, and while the rest of us stuffed she snuck away and we found her here:
We’ll wake her up when the eating begins.