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2003-09-16 || 10:35 a.m. || the amazing flying pierogis || over here it's that fickle kind of weather. one day it's hot enough to make you wander to the beach armed with bikinis and blankets to get terribly sunburnt and confused by how cold the water is, and the next day it's windy and cold, turning the leaves brown in a crumbling domino effect and making you wish you had brought a headscarf with you to the swap meet. last night kel came over and we paid homage to the polish roots on mum's side by making billions and billions of pierogis (plum to be traditional and sweet ricotta with lemon curd to make grammy jealous of our culinary sassiness) with gram's top secret latest improved dough recipe. it took three hours and four records (the popeye soundtrack at least three times on each side. thank you thank you, harry nilsson.) and they're all boiled and stacked up in a bowl in the refrigerator. if you want some, i will send them to you by post in the grand polish grandma tradition, wrapped in newspaper with three prayers that they won't go bad en route. i love my sister. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |