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pieroghi nightmares

The holiday season continues apace around here, but not without some bumps in the road. I'd gone back to my Eastern European roots over the Thanksgiving holiday and made a batch of pieroghi. I took the entire Thanksgiving week off, in part to prep the house for hosting our first Thanksgiving dinner... but that is another entry. Rather than eat the pieroghi right away, I made them on the Tuesday of Thanksgiving week and froze them.

I took my first stab at cooking them on Saturday -- and they came out awful! I think I made the dough too thin because it cracked during the freezing process. As soon as those frozen pieroghi hit boiling water, the dough shattered and the potato filling dissolved away into the water. The remaining pasta noodles still tasted good with the traditional browned butter and onions, but pieroghi, they were not.

I tried again last night with better success. I defrosted them first a bit in the microwave, and then gently lowered them into simmering water and gently brought them to a boil. The results were not perfect, but did give me a fairly enjoyable bowl of pieroghi.

The pieroghi extracted their revenge overnight, while they sat heavy in my stomach. I had the weirdest dreams all night -- including one dream where I went from third person narrator/observer to first person small child suddenly knocked out of bed onto the ground/floor, covered by a blanket. I was very afraid of the dark as a child, and all I could do was sit under that blanket, like it was an umbrella dome covering me, waiting paralyzed for some monster to poke and make a dimple in that curved surface. The fear made me sort of hyperventilate in real life, which caused Mrs. Geek to wake me up for making "Hannibal Lector noises". I stayed up for about an hour after that... and had other, less scary dreams until morning.

said drgeek on 2008-12-09 at 9:02 p.m.

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