The first time I ate pierogies was a memorable experience. I was among strangers and I hated them. But my mama was a good one and taught us how to eat a “no thank you portion,” with a smile. It took over a decade of persistent nagging from my husband to convince me to try making my own. In hindsight, I bet that introduction to one of the most popular cu…
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