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Food Essay
Food Essay
Laura Collander
ENG 1103
22 January 2024
Luke Raykovicz
The kitchen erupts into joyful chaos as my sister and I take our positions at our pierogi
the handle on our old dough sheeter fills the air as we collectively transform raw ingredients into
delicious creations.
The outer layer is perfectly cooked to a golden brown, giving it a crispy and slightly
crunchy texture. The inside is soft and savory, creating a beautiful blend of textures and flavors.
This dish holds a special place in my heart, the tradition traces its roots to my great grandmother,
a stubborn polish woman who taught the art of pierogi-making to my grandparents. Every year,
they embark on a 12-hour drive from New York to join us for the holidays. I'm immensely
grateful to be able to share this tradition with both my grandparents. In a time where it seems like
everyone is becoming less connected because of phones and sickness, it's nice to know that every
year I can see my grandparents and bond over this one special thing.
Biting into a pierogi gives me a little glimpse of the Christmas magic that I felt when I
was a kid. There's nothing like setting out milk and cookies for Santa and struggling to fall
asleep on Christmas Eve, riddled with anticipation. Eating a pierogi reminds me of anxiously
waiting at the top of the stairs for my parents to get the video camera, excited to see what gifts
hide under the tree downstairs. It reminds me of my dad readily holding a trash bag for us to
shove our wrapping paper in, and giving my mom sideways glances when we open something
All of this chaos is something that I will cherish for as long as I live. I look forward to
continuing this tradition so that my kids and even grandkids share the same joy that I feel when
making perogies. Every pierogi filled, buttered and boiled brings me closer to my grandparents,