The way Grandmothers cook is just amazing to me. It’s not the lack of recipes that gets me (I am guilty of that one too), it’s actually the lack of tools. I suppose that finding a good French knife or a handy garlic press was pretty much out of the question fifty years ago.
My Nannie’s one wooden spoon got quite a workout, and when I spent a day making pierogis with Jeff’s Bopchi, I witnessed pots doubling as mixing bowls and a poor teaspoon doing quadruple-duty.
After that day of pierogi-making, I profiled Bopchi for my latest mothly column in the local papers, and I wanted to share a couple extra photos and point you to the yummy recipe here.