Mazurskie are my personal favourites - deep fried, with white
kiełbasa,
pieczarki and onions, served with sauce of hand-grated horseradish... but people, people... are you sure we are ready to discuss
pierogi here? Are we all mature enough? Are we all
Polish enough?
Are we ready for the poetry of it?
Because with
pierogi, people, everything depends on the mood, on your age, on the state of your heart and the world around you. When you feel like travelling back in time, when your mother kissed you on your forehead and you had no worry in the world, then you go for traditional
ruskie - with
twaróg,
skwarki and onions
and this one special ingredient that only your mother could add to her
pierogi - LOVE; or maybe there is cold wind and frosty mist coming from the Baltic Sea, and you need something more solid to strengthen you - then you might go for
pierogi z kaszą gryczaną or any of the
z mięsem variety. Or maybe your girlfriend left you, and you need some sweetness in your life that is now so sadly missing in it - how about some fruit
pierogi with cinammon and sugared cream? Or... perhaps... you want to remind yourself of that warmth of
Wigilia with your family and choose pierogi
z kapustą i grzybami or maybe... maybe...
...no... forgive me, gentlemen, if I stop posting, because at the moment I have to cry (and they are tears of pure love and joy).