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<\/a><\/p>\nThat distant peak on the horizon is the 14000 foot mountain, looking kind of puny. \u00a0 And what was I after?<\/p>\n
I actually went out there for the pierogis (potato dumplings), but these were not that great. \u00a0I make them with a thinner dough (and love), so mine are much better. \u00a0But the kielbasa and halupski (bacon, noodles, cabbage and onion) were outstanding, and the cabbage rolls were pretty good too. \u00a0 These are not the kinds of food I ate as a child, and I probably wouldn’t have even sampled them. \u00a0But I have acquired the taste for these over the years \u00a0from when I traveled in Canada (pierogis in Manitoba) and Russia.<\/p>\n At one point there were a lot of Czechoslovakian farmers in this area and they started this church. \u00a0 And they have maintained a congregation for over 100 years. \u00a0The church is \u00a0is quite charming and exotic and \u00a0they got a huge turnout of people who remember this sort of food from their childhoods. \u00a0And even people like me, who don’t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I love church festivals, they were a major form of entertainment when I was a kid. \u00a0 And I love food in general, especially when it is made with a helping of love. \u00a0So I was off this past weekend to the local Slavic Festival. \u00a0 And where was it you might ask? \u00a0 Way … Continue reading Memory and food<\/span> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n