Le Boulangerie (3) Pierogi

To accompany my novel in progress: Breaking Bread, welcome to Le Boulangerie!

Week three and I’m already sort of going off script. Pierogi are not baked but they are made of dough so…. And I have a good reason for featuring them this week: Pittsburgh. (And don’t be confused, I am from Philadelphia, not Pittsburgh.) For those of you outside the United States and those who pay zero attention to sports, here’s the connection: I am a Pittsburgh Steelers football fan. (Steelers fan in Eagles territory…) The Steelers are in the playoffs. This Sunday they played and won their game against the Kansas City Chiefs in what can only be described as an ugly win. Nevertheless, the playoffs demand a party and a party demands food and drink.

Any city like Pittsburgh with a vibrant Polish and Eastern European community, will certainly be known for the foods of that ethnic origin–pierogi, for example. Pierogi are pockets of dough filled with a variety of ingredients. A traditional pierogi is most often filled with a combination of potatoes and cheese, potatoes and onions or cabbage. In honor of the Steelers, my friend Alexandra, armed with her Ukrainian grandma’s recipe, agreed to show us how to make pierogi from scratch on Sunday afternoon. I feel an annual tradition starting…

Now, right at the beginning I have to warn you, this was neither quick nor easy but it was so totally worth it. The key to this entire process as you might imagine is the dough:

Ingredients:

  • 1 cup of whole milk, scalded
  • 1/2 stick of butter
  • 1 cup warm water
  • 1 teaspoon of active dry yeast
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 egg
  • 6 – 7 cups of flour

Method:

Scald milk in saucepan. Put butter in hot milk to melt. Allow to cool for a few minutes. Mix water and yeast in a separate bowl. Let rest 5 minutes. Add salt and egg to milk mixture. Combine thoroughly. Gradually add flour in with mixer. As dough thickens, knead by hand instead (or switch to dough hook if using a stand mixer). Cover bowl with cloth and allow dough to rise about an hour.

Then the dough gets rolled out to about an eighth inch thickness and cut into rounds:

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When the rounds are ready, it’s time to fill them. Ours were stuffed with mashed Yukon gold potatoes, cheddar cheese, green onion and bacon. Fold the round over the stuffing mixture, seal with egg wash and use the tines of a fork to crimp the edges.

The filled pierogi go into a pot of boiling, salted water for a few minutes and then into a pan for frying in butter to a light golden brown.

And no Ukrainian or Polish meal would be complete without kielbasa, img_5004purchased at a butcher shop in northeastern Pennsylvania (coal mining country) another area with a large Eastern European community. We’re calling Pierogi fest 2017 a huge success!

And did I mention the Steelers won? Yeah, that too!

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A Break in Breaking Bread

I have caught up my novel excerpts to the point I am in the story. As November wound down, so did my momentum! As I am suffering with a cold and am preparing to travel this weekend –we’re off to Pittsburgh to see the Steelers play the Ravens in a crucial game on Christmas day– the story must take a brief hiatus as well. I will resume next week, with renewed zeal, hopefully…

Over the next few days, I will revisit some of the older posts that many of you haven’t seen – some of my early favorites, both poetry and short stories. I hope you’ll enjoy.

Anyway, everyone have a wonderful weekend, whatever your plans may be. Be safe, enjoy your friends and families, relax and have fun! And while I have this chance, let me express to you how much I appreciate your friendship, your comments and all your support. All my best wishes to you and yours!

Love, Meg

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Gravity

Here you are all two dimensional
Flat and plane
One wrong move on my part
And you disappear
I need to poke holes in that fabric
Let my gravity leak through
And pull you closer
Or push you further away
I can’t find anything sharp enough
To penetrate the surface
You’re like Kevlar
I need a hollow point bullet
Filled with contempt
‘Duty is an ugly mistress’
So why keep going?
Take a good look and decide
Cover my face with kisses
Because if you go
You won’t ever see me again