Saturday, January 12, 2008
Pierogi...
Saturday, January 12, 2008 
Gdzie Bedziesz Pamietac Mame
Pierogi have a very special meaning for me. My Grandmother used to make them and they were completely amazing. They take a lot of work to make too, two days total per batch, so the batches were usually large and frozen. If you don't have access to a decent purveyor and you don't want to go the craptacular Mrs. T's frozen in the grocer route, you should try The Perogie Palace in Oil City, PA. They are a bit larger than what my Grandmother used to make, but they are indeed hand-made and are very good. They ship with ice packs so they arrive frozen. If you've never had them, I suggest a cheese variant first.
Oil City is a little hamlet of a place where I spent my time growing up as I visited grandparents. It was a small town full of friendly people. An antique feel to it, everything felt perfect. Lots of woods to walk in, clean neighborhoods, genuine people, lots of Polish, devotion to one's religion, and people looking out for other people. My youth was spent in a few homes in this magical, hilly landscape. Oil City is now run down and a haven for crack labs in the majestic woods along the Allegheny River. But there are still good people there, and a good person runs this store I mentioned above. I've driven by the music store a million times before they sold perogi.
Roman Catholic churches in the area used to seel perogi a few times a year, men and women got together and made magic in the kitchens. Because the populace is growing older in Oil City (not much to bring new people in), the churches stopped with the perogi sales. It takes a lot of work. So in response to that, Perogi Palace is serving a need in the community. Its keeping ties alive by making good, home-made perogi still available in the area. Not everyone's Babcia or Grandmother knows how to make good perogi.
Place an order to help these guys out. Its good food made by good people in a town that still holds a lot of magic for me.
Pierogi have a very special meaning for me. My Grandmother used to make them and they were completely amazing. They take a lot of work to make too, two days total per batch, so the batches were usually large and frozen. If you don't have access to a decent purveyor and you don't want to go the craptacular Mrs. T's frozen in the grocer route, you should try The Perogie Palace in Oil City, PA. They are a bit larger than what my Grandmother used to make, but they are indeed hand-made and are very good. They ship with ice packs so they arrive frozen. If you've never had them, I suggest a cheese variant first.
Oil City is a little hamlet of a place where I spent my time growing up as I visited grandparents. It was a small town full of friendly people. An antique feel to it, everything felt perfect. Lots of woods to walk in, clean neighborhoods, genuine people, lots of Polish, devotion to one's religion, and people looking out for other people. My youth was spent in a few homes in this magical, hilly landscape. Oil City is now run down and a haven for crack labs in the majestic woods along the Allegheny River. But there are still good people there, and a good person runs this store I mentioned above. I've driven by the music store a million times before they sold perogi.
Roman Catholic churches in the area used to seel perogi a few times a year, men and women got together and made magic in the kitchens. Because the populace is growing older in Oil City (not much to bring new people in), the churches stopped with the perogi sales. It takes a lot of work. So in response to that, Perogi Palace is serving a need in the community. Its keeping ties alive by making good, home-made perogi still available in the area. Not everyone's Babcia or Grandmother knows how to make good perogi.
Place an order to help these guys out. Its good food made by good people in a town that still holds a lot of magic for me.
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og2t said...“Smacznego Eric! :)”
