A few years ago, my Nana showed me how to make Pirogies. We had a Pirogi making party at my parents house with family and friends. We all spent the evening in the kitchen and around the dining table rolling out dough and putting together dozens of delicious pirogies.
That was the only time my Nana showed me to cook any traditional Polish food. Today was the first time I attempted making pirogies on my own, but as I was mixing the dough and stuffing my pirogies, I felt my Nana with me, guiding me through each step. My daughters both ‘helped’ too, and played with their own balls of dough while I rolled and stuffed all the ones we would end up eating.
I was telling my husband last night that I am going to try cooking more foods from my heritage, and maybe it will all turn out delicious because it’s in my blood - is it even possible for culinary skills to be inherited like that?
The pirogies tonight turned out great, which was pretty exciting - maybe I’m onto something with this ‘Cook from my Genetics’ thing.
Either way, I’m working on typing out my recipe, so make sure you subscribe to the blog, and keep your eyes peeled for updates and the recipe once it goes live!