Potato Pierogi
I first encountered the magic of potato pierogi during a visit to my grandmother’s quaint home in the heart of Pennsylvania’s coal region. I remember the fragrant aroma of simmering potatoes wafting through the air as the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow around the kitchen. My grandmother—stooped and weathered, but full of vigor—commanded the kitchen like a seasoned conductor leading an orchestra. Her deft hands rolled out dough with a grace that seemed to come from years of practice, and as she shaped each delicate pocket, I would hover nearby in a hopeful dream … Read more









