I was thinking about the warm jell-o and the homemade custard, and then I started thinking about bacon, eggs, pierogies, and golumbkis. These are Grandma Misterka memories. No one makes fried eggs like she did (sorry Dad, not even you). She would fry the bacon and then fry the eggs in the bacon fat. There were 6 of us grandkids who waited patiently for our eggs to be done. The edges would be crispy and the centers always perfect for dipping our toasted New York Bakery rye bread.
Pierogies (kind of like ravioli) and golumbkis (cabbage rolls) are Polish dishes. They would probably be considered peasant food to most, but they are delicacies to me. I can make golumbkies, and they are pretty good. I have tried to make pierogies, but my dough has never come out right. They fall apart during the boiling phase.
My sister can make the dough. She makes it perfectly. Here's the kicker, she never really knew Grandma. She was young when Grandma got ill. She missed out on the real thing... or so I thought. See, one morning, Cathy woke up to Grandma yelling at her. Grandma was telling her that it was time to "Get up and make the pierogies." Grandma had passed away 8 years earlier, but her spirit guided Cathy's hands and her ingredients.
Two granddaughters were blessed to receive the ability to make foods that warm the tummies and souls of our families. Now that's something to be thankful for!
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