I was away from the computer on Mother's Day, but all this week, I've been reading great mompreciation pieces, from journalists and bloggers and whathaveyou, like this awesome column from Michelle Von Euw over at Intrepid. And though for privacy reasons I don't like to natter on too much about my nearest and dearest on the blog, I figured it was worth taking a moment to celebrate my own mom, who is wonderful and brilliant and simply the best mom I could ask for. If it weren't for her I wouldn't know how to make spritz, or spaghetti sauce, or whiskey cookies, or Cornish pasties, or, well, anything.
Of course on Mother's Day itself, we were making pierogi:
Tasty Ukrainian (mom's dad's side of the family) pillows of soft dough, filled with potatoes and cheese. Boiled, then sauteed in lots of butter. Served with sour cream. I would have taken a picture of a cut one so you could see the filling, but... we were too busy eating. How about a close-up instead?
And one of the kielbasa we served with it so it wasn't a 100%-carb meal (not that I would have minded that one bit.)
Food is love, you know.