Feels like Thirty : Making pierogi while camping in Poland

This is one from the archives, of an experience I've wanted to share for quite some time. I had to first realize it was an experience to treasure, one that was not likely to happen again, to me, in my lifetime. It seemed, at the time, like just an ordinary experience, nothing to be phased by. You may be able to relate. Perhaps being distracted by your thoughts, or a digital device, or maybe 'hanger', as was probably my case at the time (working on it, I promise!), you're nowhere to be found in the present moment. Thanks to some reflection in my wise years, I eventually realized the personal value of this moment from the summer of 2015.

Ok, I'm probably talking it up a bit too much. It will undoubtedly mean more to me than anyone reading this. But do let me know if you happen to also see the magic of this moment? #familygoals

The setting was a rural campground of sorts in Poland, on a cooler summer's day. The players were several family members of varying ages. This was decidedly a full-on family affair as you will see, and a fairly spontaneous one at that. The necessary cooking utensils came from the property that was on site. Here's a look at deliciousness in the making. Smacznego!

These 92 year old hands have just about perfected the pierogi-making technique

Precision is the name of the game

I interrupt this photo journal for a lesson in pronunciation...and spelling. A friendly reminder that the word pierogi has an I in it - p-I-e-r-o-g-i. Too often, I've seen this ever-popular Polish delicacy spelled p-e-r-o-g-i. This, of course, leads to a butchering of the proununciation. To please all your lovable Polish friends, say, PIERRE-o-ghee. Easy!

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