come on over for a bbq she said…pierogi party madness that is…4 frying pans, 3 sheet pans and 10 sticks of butter flying through the air, all manned by the multi-tasking, multi-talented pierogi king himself. oh what a party. pierogies, kielbasa, whiskey and ale. did i mention butter. it was all so goooood!
everyone took a time out to sing ‘take a load off anny’, southern man and some other nostalgic classics with all the heart and soul they could muster. it was a comforting moment…a warming feeling really. it sucked you into its’ warm belly of togetherness, making one never want to be spit out into the cold brutal air again. follow it up with multiple days of sunshine, eternal sunsets, hilly hikes, boardwalk skates and one tall glass of killepitsch on ice and it amounts to another week of winter ventures. somehow i made it through the wilderness. like a virgin. touched for the very first time.
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