For me it’s a core memory: on those wintery November mornings, waiting at the window for the first sight of my aunt’s car. She would be making the drive into the city with my cousins from their farm so that she could make pyrohy with my mom. Us kids would be bundled up and shooed outside and they would get to work. Mum would already have a giant Tupperware vat of potato filling on the kitchen table – filling which would then make its way into Continue reading “Book Club Tuesday: Pierogi” →