Nothing Says "I Love You!" Like a Plateful of Pierogi

Valentine's morning was less leisurely than normal this year, due to it being a Sunday, but there was still time for tablecloths, pink shake, and pink pancakes.

Before I sifted powdered sugar onto them, Zeke had fun toasting the family with his stack.

Cheers.

After church, I forced the children to stand still for two seconds.  So red!  So happy!

Then, after crashing on the couch, I roused myself to make food for our evening feast.  While Millie made cream puffs, I attempted homemade pierogi and all the fixings for the first time.  They're time-consuming to prepare, at least when you're making 75 of them, but I think I boosted the percentage of Polish blood that flows through my veins in the process, which is its own reward.

For sure, I also boosted my poundage.  Oh, yum.






I'd made farmer's cheese that morning to mix into a potato/onion/garlic filling.










(Birdie took a couple of these pictures.)











Fill, then boil, then fry in butter, then eat.













We invited Mopsy up for a balanced supper of greasy Polish food-- pierogi, kielbasa, sauerkraut, caramelized onions-- and So Much Sugar.  I'd made gumdrops the day before, which, paired with Millie's cream puffs and all the Valentine's candy that McGamma mailed up, made for a feasty feast, indeed.