The other day, at our local Food Lion, they had a meal deal special where if you bought a couple of frozen pizzas you got a bunch of other stuff free, like cookies bbq bites, cheesesticks, and pierogies. I have always loved pierogies but I “just knew” that my husband wouldn’t. It really didn’t seem like the kind of thing that he would like in the least. I envisioned “the ugly look” on his face with a comment something to the effect of “and where exactly is the meat?” I thought the meal deal was a great opportunity to enjoy some pierogies so I bought everything and headed home for a quick and easy meal.
I was so excited, it had been years since I had a pierogie, so I cooked everything, portioned out everything (except the pierogies, I gave everybody one to try and kept the rest on my plate), and we sat down to eat. To my surprise everyone kept coming up to me and stealing my pierogies from me! Including my husband!!! Although I was a bit disappointed at first (nothing worse than getting your taste buds lined up for something in particular and then not getting it!), the bright idea suddenly dawned on me that since everybody loved them so much I could just make some at home!
The results of my first attempt to make pierogies from scratch at home? Totally edible, fairly tasty, but lacking the refinement of the delicious store bought variety. Yeah, that’s not something you’ll hear coming from me very often, “the refinement of the delicious store bought variety”, but for now that’s the best I have to go off of, lol. I give it two more batches before mine exceed the store bought ones hand over fist. (If you didn’t catch that, I definitely consider myself to be a darn good cook!)
Anyway, I need to get to the funny part of the story. As I was making them, my 3 year old, R, ran in and wanted to know what I was making. I told him “pierogies.” He grinned from ear to ear and said “Puppies?” I laughed and repeated it to him. He just smiled really big and ran off into the living room screaming “Mommy’s making PUPPIES!” Too cute! My almost 2 year old, S, comes prancing into the kitchen to see what I am doing. She grabs a chair, scoots it over to the counter, climbs up, and inspects my work. I look down at her and she has a horribly sour look on her face. I said “Hey baby.” She scowled up at me and said “No Ditzy!” For those of you who don’t speak S, our dog’s name is Dixie, commonly referred to by S as Ditzy. I laughed and said “No baby, they’re pierogies.” Once again she gave me a sour look and said “No mama, dat’s de de de fooo.” (No mom, that’s just food.)
About the time S left R comes in, quite happy with himself for having informed everyone of my latest culinary feat, and takes his customary place standing on the chair beside me. I handed him a chunk of dough and he proceeded to make his own “puppies.” It was too cute! He actually did a pretty good job of making it look somewhat like a dog. He wasn’t very happy with the way that mine looked, none of them really looked like a puppy after all, but he ended up eating them just the same 🙂 His “puppy” went with him everywhere for the next few hours, until it started getting really dry and crumbly. Thankfully it was bed time anyway. Poor little guy was devastated the next day to find out that his “puppy” was gone and he would have to wait for another day to make a new one!