I remember a few years ago while I was visiting my parents one of their neighbours invited me over to teach me how to make traditional Polish Pieorgi. Honestly I don’t remember much of that experience aside from opening up a pot that she had on her wood oven and it stinking like crap…. It was home made farmers cheese, atleast thats what she called it. to me it looked like someone left the pitcher of milk on the counter a little to long. Oh and that the end result tasted God Damn AMAZING! Stinky cheese and and all.
I was thinking about that experience a few nights ago and decided I was going to scour the internet, ask my friends, and do whatever else it took to make my own pieorgi.
I started by peeling and boiling a few pounds of potatoes in heavily salted water.
Well the potatoes were boiling away, it was time to contemplate fillings…. Now I’ve had almost every type of pieorgi you can buy frozen in the super market and I decided that I was going to take all my favourites and make one SUPER FILLING! Having no idea how this would taste I threw caution to the wind and started by dicing onions.
and garlic. (Sorry Stacey, I know your out at this point 😉
Then I fried the onions and the garlic until they were brown, or caramelized if you want to get fancy.
Then I decided why not add a little bit of saurkraut? Not going to kill me, I hope…
And cheese just makes everything better!
Now that the fillings were in order it was time to focus on the potatoes… I added some butter then noticed I had half a block of cream cheese sitting there in the door of the fridge and figured why not?
And I took out all my anger and aggression and mashed until I couldn’t mash any more.
And added my fillings
Up until this point I was still kind of hesitant about the saurkraut but decided to say f*ck it and throw it in.
Now it was time to let the filling cool and focus on the dough. During my research on making pieorgi through internet searches and asking friends I kept hearing that a dough made with sour cream was best, it provided a more tender dough. I figured if it’s what my polish friends and pieorgi aficionados did, that is what I would do as well!
Along with the sour cream I went with a little butter as well.
Threw the sour cream, butter, flour, and salt all into the blender and let’er go….
Needless to say I was a little disappointed… The dough just was not coming together, I was starting to get pissed off and contemplated throwing the bowl against the wall and just serving jacked mashed potatoes for dinner.
But I perservered and decided, hell since I already added sour cream, AND butter, I might as well carry on with the dairy theme and add a little milk.
Which worked BEAUTIFULLY!
Now it was time to kneed, I don’t know about you, but I love to kneed I find it extremely therapeutic!
And now to rest! and focus on the cooled filling again…
Now i know that traditionally cute old polish women would just scoop some of the filling into the dough circles and go to town, I was bored, the dough was resting, and I wanted to kill some time, so I busted out my portion scoop and went to town.
These poor dough balls had no idea what their future held…
All lined up ready for slaughter…. Wait why did I get all gruesome there its not like I’m working at a slaughter house, oh well it’s my blog, and my brain, I can say what I want!
Seriously though once I got these all done I was worried they were a little big… Decided to wait and see, and adjust as needed.
Now back to the dough and my trusty rolling pin!
And I rolled that dough out roughly to the same thickness as one would roll pasta…. Cause thats what I was told to do!
After tearing apart my cupboards for a round cutter large enough I gave up and decided to go ghetto. I broke out my protein shake cup and went to town cutting circles of the dough!
Dough circles ready to be filled…
AAAANNNNDDDD I was right, the balls were a tad to big, so I adjusted.
Sealing the first one!
And BAM my first one, kinda reminds me of the hat you always see Napoleon wearing in history text books!
My army of Napoleon hats! Though some look nothing like they are supposed to they should all taste the same!
By this time I was so sick and tired of looking at the damn things I couldn’t bring myself to eat them, so I threw them in the freezer and whipped something simple up for dinner, leaving the pieorgi till the next day.
Now I don’t know about you, but I always serve pierogi with caramelized onions!
Mmmmm, I could happily eat these just on their own. But there are bigger fish to fry, or I should say pieorgi to boil!
Once the water had boiled I threw in my little pieorgi army and waited till they started to float,
I scooped out the floater and threw them in a frying pan with melted butter!
And let the little pillows of goodness brown and get crisp!
Simply amazing, but where they really worth all that work???
Now I have to admit I really did enjoy these pieorgies, and many times while I was making them my mind would water thinking of little old Polish grandmothers standing in their kitchens making a million pierogies, and imagining that I was right there with them. Then I’d snap back to reality thinking why the hell would I want to do that, these things are a pain in the ass!
Would I make them again? Yeah sure if I had a day with absolutely nothing going on, and wanted to be mind numbingly bored I might! Though I do know store bought will never satisfy my craving again!