Old-School Dumplingfest

Perogy Production

Mom, Head Perogy Chef, rolling out dough

In March, I made perogies in my own kitchen for the first time. Wait. Perogy? Maybe it’s pierogi. Or pyrohy. No, I was using my Romanian maternal grandmother’s recipe, so it’s actually kiroste. Yet if I want to take into account the Russian lines in the family tree, I should go with pirozhki. Which spelling to use? It’s an orthographical conundrum.

Given that the origin of this little dumpling is disputed amongst a cluster of Eastern European regions, it’s not surprising that writing about this delectable quickly turns into a game of I-say-pirogi-you-say-pyrogy. We are talking about the same thing, however: a triangular or semicircular pocket of dough filled with any number of savory — and sometimes sweet — fillings. For the sake of ease (and sanity) in this post, I will defer to the Canadian Oxford Dictionary and use the term perogy, referring to the potato-and-cheese-filled dumpling that I grew up eating at traditional family celebrations and whose recipe has now taken up residence in my culinary repertoire.

For years I’ve been threatening my mom with a Perogy Weekend, where she would come for a visit and we’d prepare her family’s perogy recipe together so I could learn the method and technique firsthand. I can see her in the small green-and-orange kitchen in my grandparents’ old house, standing with my great-grandmother at the circular table, which is covered with plastic and supporting bowls of atomic-orange filling (I’ve gotten so used to eating white cheddar cheese that I now find the tinted version visually jarring, both in reality and memory. Visit the Accidental Hedonist for the story of why some cheddar is orange — I was surprised to discover that a slight orange cast occurs naturally if the milk used to make the cheese is from an animal whose diet is rich in beta-carotene), pats of dough keeping moist under the cover of upside-down soup bowls, and trays of three-point perogy pillows waiting to slide into the huge stock pot of boiling water gurgling away on the stove, tended by my grandmother, who also stirs the chopped onions gently frying in a skillet — they will commingle with the boiled perogies before the lot is served slathered with sour cream. My mom and great-grandmother expertly cradle a square of dough in their palms, plop a spoonful of filling into the centre, and fold and pinch the edges of the dough together, using their index fingers to stuff back in any potato-and-cheese mixture that tries to escape the interior.

Recalling this scene, I am surprised to see myself in it, drifting to the refrigerator to retrieve a cold drink amidst the bustling activity and returning to the front room to sink back into the couch, MuchMusic flickering on the television in front of me. At the time I had little interest in helping make this dish — it seemed such a fiddly and painstaking job. And as my interest in cooking took hold, I gravitated towards French- and Italian-inspired dishes and techniques, though my devotion to soup means I’ve always known and practised my maternal grandmother’s recipe for beet borscht (or is it borsch? Here we go again…). Seeing Michael’s reaction to his first encounter with homemade perogies during our first Christmas together, I resolved I would learn the craft and carry this family tradition forward. Seven years later I was still in the dumpling dark, but as my aunt and I celebrated our second annual pickling event last summer, I knew a perogy weekend was nigh.

My mom arrived on a Friday evening in March, and we set out to the grocery store to procure the ingredients required for the following day’s perogy production. There were no knowing smiles or nods from any of our fellow shoppers, but the contents of our cart were a dead giveaway of our intentions — several-kilograms-each bags of Yukon gold potatoes, cooking onions, and unbleached flour; a huge slab of orange cheddar cheese; eggs; margarine; and plain yogurt (as well as sour cream for mom — she remains purist about her perogy garnish) broadcast that an Eastern European dumplingfest was in the works.

Up at the crack of dawn Saturday morning, my mom had almost finished finely chopping the onions by the time I stumbled into the kitchen to put water on for coffee. After breakfast we mixed the dough and were rewarded with meltingly tender results — it meant we had a lot of perogies whose skins burst while in the boiling water, but the ones that remained intact were some of the most deliciously delicate I’ve had. Plus we got to eat the broken ones straight away — you know, to keep the stamina up and all. Michael seemed pleased with the plate he was dished for lunch, though he did have one suggestion: “Needs more bacon,” he said, chewing thoughtfully on the first mouthful. (Though my family eats perogies tossed only in sautéed onions, I’ve taken a shine to dressing store-bought dumplings in a mix of onion and bacon, which is, I’ve discovered, how many others eat theirs.)

Before long I was stuffing and pinching at a professional pace, though as noon passed and the afternoon wore on, we began to question our decision to make a recipe and a half: “If we’d made just a single batch we’d be done by now,” lamented my mom as we rolled out yet another ball of dough at around one-thirty. The freezer is still bearing perogy fruit, so our efforts are being well appreciated long after the fact. And though many variations exist — stuffings of sour cherries, sauerkraut with dried wild mushrooms, and cottage cheese — there is something about the simple potato-and-cheese classic that endures as a favourite. I think about those who originally ate this simple peasant food out of sheer necessity and contemplate the degree of their surprise if they could know how we revere it today, usually eating a mass-produced version and recognizing the occasion as a rare treat if it is served to us homemade.

I recommend making my family’s recipe with your own family or with friends. Kneading and stuffing and pinching is more fun as a group activity. And the resulting dish is best shared as well — by whatever name you call it.

Mihoren Family Perogies

Garnish

  • 1 pound bacon, rashers cut into 1-inch pieces (optional)
  • 1/2 cup canola oil, plus additional as needed
  • 6 cups finely chopped onion
  • Plain yogurt or sour cream

Filling

  • 1 tablespoon salt
  • 2-1/2 pounds potatoes, peeled and cubed
  • 2 cups shredded old or extra-old cheddar cheese

Dough

  • 8 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
  • 1 tablespoon salt
  • 3/4 cup margarine
  • 3 eggs
  • 3 cups potato water (reserved from the filling’s boiled potatoes)

1. Make the garnish. If using the bacon, fry pieces gently until crisp. Remove to a large plate lined with a paper towel. Leave enough bacon fat in pan to sauté the onions until they are golden. Alternately, drain away all bacon fat and sauté the onions in the canola oil. Mix bacon and onion together and set aside. If not using bacon, simply sauté onions in the canola oil until golden and set aside.

2. Make the filling. Bring a large kettle of water to the boil and add salt and potatoes. Cook until potatoes are tender, approximately 20 minutes. Drain well and mash until potatoes are smooth (adding up to 1/2 cup of milk if needed to achieve proper consistency). Add the shredded cheese and stir until it has melted and is well blended. Let filling cool to room temperature before stuffing into dough.

3. Make the dough. Stir together flour and salt in a large mixing bowl. Cut in margarine until dough comes together, resembling dried peas. Beat eggs in a measuring cup and fill with potato water to measure 1 cup. Add the egg mixture to the dough and knead until it is smooth and pliable, adding more flour if dough is too soft and more potato water if it is too dry. After kneading, let dough rest, covered, for 1 hour.

4. Assemble perogies. Cut dough into six pieces, keeping unused pieces covered so dough does not dry out. Roll dough out into a thin sheet, approximately 1/8-inch thick. Cut dough into 2-inch squares or rounds. Place 1 tablespoon filling in the centre of the square. Fold into a triangle and pinch edges together firmly. Lay finished perogies on a tray and cover until cooking time.

5. Cook perogies. Bring a large kettle of water to the boil and slide in perogies, several at a time, and cook until the skins start to blister slightly. Remove from boiling water, toss with warm onions and bacon, if using, and top with a dollop of plain yogurt or sour cream. Alternately, sauté the boiled perogies in a little bit of canola oil until the skin starts to crisp and brown. Add garnishes as described above.

Makes about 7-1/2 dozen

 

8 Responses to Old-School Dumplingfest

  1. Oooh, the infamous perogy recipe! Thanks for sharing this, Jodi. To freeze a batch, do you boil them first, or just freeze them once they’re folded together? I’m not sure how ambitious I’d be to actually make my own dough, but it sounds like it’s not that hard. And a great activity to do in a group…a little wine, a few perogies…

    Hope all is well with you and you’re enjoying your new job! What have you been doing with your newfound spare time? Making more perogies? (grin)

    Take care!
    ChristineG

    ~ ChristineG  |  June 17th, 2007 at 9:33 pm
  2. Jodi,
    As usual your descriptions are wonderful.
    I think the quantity of potatoes is not quite right in your posted recipe.
    Didn’t we use a full bag and part of another…
    5 lbs. plus 2 & 1/2 lbs.?
    I can’t remember about the cheese.
    The dough recipe is for 1 & 1/2 batches – I think!
    Doesn’t one recipe call for 5 cups of flour?
    Wouldn’t want your readers to get frustrated.
    My mouth is watering for perogy.
    Love, mom xo

    ~ Judy Lewchuk  |  June 19th, 2007 at 9:56 am
  3. > Christine: You do boil them and toss with the onions before freezing. Then all you do is let them thaw in their freezer containers overnight and you’re ready simply to warm them up for dinner. Easy! And making the dough is not hard at all — it’s just that the whole production is time consuming. You’ve definitely got the right idea to offset the labour with some extra hands and a bit of wine.

    As for my newfound spare time, I hardly knew what to do with myself that first week on the new job. Home by 5pm? What? Let’s just say I’ve read a lot of books in the past two weeks — I’m way behind in posting them to “Now Reading.” I’ll have to get on that with my spare time this week…

    > Mom: I couldn’t find the recipe you had emailed me before the March weekend so I used the one grandma submitted to the St. George’s Church cookbook. We’ll have to confer by phone and I’ll update the posted recipe if need be. Writing recipes is way harder than it looks; I’ve gained a whole new dimension of respect for cookbook authors and editors.

    ~ Jodi  |  June 19th, 2007 at 10:18 pm
  4. Attention all perogy-makers: The recipe as posted is correct for a single batch.

    Happy dumpling-pinching.

    ~ Jodi  |  June 21st, 2007 at 12:38 am
  5. Oh Jodi! What a walk down memory lane for me! It was like you were in my mind, writing about MY memories! We still (my mother, sister, sister-in-law – and in recent years– FATHER!) get together for perogy-making bees. Then, all the kids go home with packages to stuff in their freezers!
    First the pickles, then this, are you SURE we aren’t related?
    (and don’t even get me started on the morels! I picked 7 ice cream pails this spring in our ‘backyard’! It was first for me (on my own) and I was so thrilled I have pictures and pictures, and pictures. It was like an Easter Egg hunt only much much better. I am sure my neighbours heard me screaming in delight as I discovered yet another patch of the wrinkly-headed
    wonders!)

    Back to the pyrohy….at Christmas we stuff them them boiled raisins, or with blueberries rolled in flour. The latter are my favourite. Instead of coating them in oil/onions/bacon/sour cream, Mom sprinkles the hot product with sugar. Oh – my mouth is watering is as speak!

    I love your writings Jodi! And am so pleased you have more time now to create even more of these spendid works!

    How are things at work? I really miss you!

    Jana G.

    ~ Jana Grekul  |  June 23rd, 2007 at 11:11 pm
  6. WOW! Thanks for sharing! My Grandmother(Bunică) was Romanian as well and we ate tons of Perogies growing up. We also ate a lot of Cabbage Rolls (Sarmale)and Borscht too! Anyways, I too have the family recipe that has been passed down through the years. One thing I must point out is that I think it also depends on which part of Romania you’re from as to what you call these wonderful Dumplings. I have, by other Romanians, heard them called Kiroste…but in my family we always called them Petaha (pet-a-hay). Whatever name you call them one thing is for sure…they are wonderful when they are made fresh and not those store bought ones. Thanks for posting your recipe!
    Mihai Jezz :)

    P.S. For those who love that Ukrainian/Romanian/Polish sausage Kielbasa can I please ask you a big favor? Pronounce the name right please! It’s got an ‘L’ in it! Its pronounced Kell-Ba-sa…not Koo-Ba-Sa. lol. thanks again :)

    ~ Mihai  |  November 27th, 2009 at 4:46 pm
  7. This is the only place I could find the word Petaha. We called them this when I was a kid. I was wondering what nationality its Petaha if anyone knows and is it different than Pierogi ?

    ~ Allison  |  February 2nd, 2010 at 5:34 pm
  8. Mihai and Allison:

    My Urkainian grandparents (my mom’s side is Romanian; my dad’s side is Ukrainian) also used the word “pedaheh”. Though Wikipedia is not definitive, I did find this explanation of the word “pedaheh” there; it seems to be specific to Canadian-Ukrainian speakers:

    “Speakers of the local Canadian Ukrainian dialect call them pyrohy, which can be misheard ‘pedaheh’ or ‘pudaheh’ by Anglophones unaccustomed to the fast rolled-r sound, or alveolar trill.”

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierogi

    ~ Jodi Lewchuk  |  February 2nd, 2010 at 10:18 pm

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