Every Christmas, my mom and my aunts would spend a day or two making perogies. Tons and tons of them...Every surface in the kitchen was covered with either roasting pans (remember the blue/black ones with speckles?) full of perogies or perogies in process.
We were not allowed to eat them until Christmas eve!
Do you know how difficult it was to be an 8 year old carbohydrate addict knowing there were hundreds of perogies lurking somewhere in the house and/or garage?
I think I was more excited about the perogies than I was about the impending arrival of Santa!
Finally my mom and aunts would bring out the perogies and melted butter with onions, diced so tiny, floating in it.
We ate...and ate...and ate...I remember the butter dripping off the fork and onto the table.
I think I remember my eyes rolling back in my head in pure bliss.
Too soon, the table would be cleared so we could sing and dance...
And before we knew it, it was time to go home so Santa could come to bring gifts!
And then it was Christmas morning!
"The Most Wonderful Time of the Year"
The gifts...yeah, they were cool...now on with breakfast!
Yes, Christmas morning breakfast was leftover perogies with that magical butter...
What memories. No wonder I was a fat kid!
Why am I talking about this today?
Because I was blog surfing, following links when I came upon this...
