Oh that's nice. They bash and insult church ladies with the most vicious rhetoric, but they turn around and scarf up their perogies at the first chance.
No thanks to the prunes.
You know, I spent much time--damned near two years--in the homelands of such foods, seeing such cuisine (but rarely partaking of it, saving my stomach and intestines) as it originally was, before it got Americanized here.
I saw a great many perogies (or perogi, pierogy, perogy, pierógi, pyrohy, pirogi, pyrogie, pyrogy, &c., &c., &c.) in Ukraine, in western Russia, in Belarus, on the steppes, in the Carpathian Mountains, alongside the Dneiper River, on the shores of the Crimea, in so many rustic villages, and I recall the only ones I ever saw were stuffed with mashed potatoes, wherever I was.
(Caution, however; that
might have been the workers and peasants simply catering to my personal tastes, as I was pretty obvious about what I'd eat and not eat; and so perhaps they did use other sorts of stuffing, just not in my presence.)
My mother, of eastern European derivation, made something similar and stuffed it with cabbage, as did her sisters back in Pennsylvania.
But those are the only variations I've ever seen; mashed potatoes or cabbage.
<<<excepting in cole slaw, has never touched cabbage in life. No way.
