Dear people who put on the Pierogi Fest in Whiting, Indiana: Two of my buddies and I have a proposition for you. With Mr. Pierogi retiring after 25 years as the mascot and hopeful symbol of your tasty festival, Tom, Mark and I would like to put our names in the pot of slightly salted… Continue Reading
I am filled with dough – which is a perfectly fine way to finish a weekend. My leavened state comes courtesy of a trip across the border and back, to Whiting, Indiana then to Chicago’s Hegewisch neighborhood. The reason for all that driving: It was time to make a pilgrimage to the celebration of… Continue Reading