Anyone making pierogi?

Marg CDN

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An elderly Ukrainian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies

of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite pierogi

with fried onions wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.

Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.

Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen,

where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in

heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were

hundreds of his favorite pierogi.

Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty

years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled

posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the pierogi was

already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of

the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife.

"F*** off!" she said. "Those are for the funeral."

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Capture this image in your mind, now visually turn 360 degrees, placing pierogi on every

possible flat surface, including the ironing board and the top of the frig.)

That's how you knew Grandma Essex (the Ukranian one) visited.

Not to mention the aroma of sautéed onions from 3 blocks away.

 
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