Pierogies and Patriotism

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Monday, July 6, 2009


This is a blog post written by Cristina Francisco-McGuire complete with a recipe for pierogies!



"I've spent all of my 4th of July's since undergrad on the east coast,

searching for the highest rooftop decks and the most capable grills so

that my friends and I can char some poor cuts of meat, drink cheap

beer, and generally celebrate our nation's independence in true style.

This seems to be par for the course for the average New Yorker and

though I love the decadence of it all, I often find myself wistful for

the celebrations of my youth in Chicago. 4th of July was synonymous

with the Taste of Chicago, a week-long eating extravaganza featuring

booths from pretty much every restaurant in the city. No one thinks

to build up to the 4th in New York - all of our eating and drinking

efforts are saved for the day-of. But in Chicago, you have cochinita

pibil tacos on Monday, an Italian beef on Tuesday, and so on, until it

is July 4th. It's not enough to kick the Brits out of the country -

we have to out-eat them too, and really be assholes about how much

better the food became after they left.



My favorite booth growing up was Kasia's Pierogies. Since Chicago has

the largest Polish population in the world outside of Warsaw,

pierogies are pretty standard fare and in retrospect, I probably

should have been more adventurous. But there was something so

comforting about stuffing your face with cheese and mashed potatoes,

all cozy inside their dough-y blanket. Nothing beat standing in a

god-awful line, crammed in with sweaty Chicagoans, waiting in 90%

humidity for 4 little pierogies.



In honor of our nation's independence, I decided to get back to my

roots and make some pierogies. Not for any rooftop barbecues, mind

you - I was going to horde these all to myself the way I used to when

I was 10. Because nothing says 'liberation' like the sweet, sweet

malaise brought on by an overstuffed belly and cheese burps. So for

your next 4th of July, try doing it Chicago-style - sparklers and

roman candles with a side of elastic waistband jeans...."



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