i love pierogi, but not like this? ugh… why would you do this? perhaps i am taking this far to seriously… it takes so much work to make them and so much time to get them right… ugh… my back starts hurting just thinking about making a batch…
fuck im hungry and angry someone would expose such a deliciously looking delicacy in a fucking bucket… just plop a dollop of smietana on top and grab a glass of sour milk or kefir…
i’m not entirely certain it’s not edited, and the thought of mass produced pierogi (as mentioned in another thread) did occur to me, but even then: it’s still food
and knowing how this food behaves and is made, it almost looks like the maker intended the dough “covering” to be discarded like a wrapper, which stings even worse, i love this picture, it’s giving me such exquisite pain…
perhaps the mass of them in specifically this bucket and my strong associations between buckets shaped specifically like that and trash buckets are feeding into this as well… sitting in there all greasy, what once left the frying pan delicious and appetizing:
now a mess, stewing in the doughsweat / grease slop at the bottom of the pierogi bucket…
I asked ChatGPT for an explanation. Not disappointed.
Welcome to Pierogi-o-ween, a spooktacular celebration where trick-or-treaters venture through the neighborhood collecting tasty pierogi treats! Picture the streets adorned with jack-o’-lanterns, cobwebs, and eerie decorations, as children of all ages roam from house to house in search of delicious delights.
As the moon rises high in the sky, the scent of freshly cooked pierogi fills the air, drawing excited trick-or-treaters to each doorstep. Instead of candy, households offer a variety of pierogi flavors, each one wrapped in colorful foil or nestled in themed treat bags.
Children dressed as witches, vampires, and goblins eagerly hold out their buckets and bags, chanting “Trick or Pierogi!” with glee. They’re met with smiles from the homeowners, who delight in handing out their homemade pierogi creations.
Some pierogi are shaped like spooky creatures, with eyes made of peas and mouths crafted from sour cream. Others are adorned with ghostly swirls of cheese or filled with surprise ingredients like pumpkin or caramelized onions.
As the night progresses, the streets come alive with the sounds of laughter and excitement. Trick-or-treaters compare their pierogi treasures, trading flavors and sharing stories of their adventures.
Pierogi-o-ween is a magical time when communities come together to celebrate not only the thrill of Halloween but also the comforting warmth of homemade pierogi. It’s a holiday where the simple joy of sharing delicious food brings people closer, creating memories that will last a lifetime.
i love pierogi, but not like this? ugh… why would you do this? perhaps i am taking this far to seriously… it takes so much work to make them and so much time to get them right… ugh… my back starts hurting just thinking about making a batch… fuck im hungry and angry someone would expose such a deliciously looking delicacy in a fucking bucket… just plop a dollop of smietana on top and grab a glass of sour milk or kefir…
Your exasperation is my favorite thing rn, thank you
i’m not entirely certain it’s not edited, and the thought of mass produced pierogi (as mentioned in another thread) did occur to me, but even then: it’s still food
and knowing how this food behaves and is made, it almost looks like the maker intended the dough “covering” to be discarded like a wrapper, which stings even worse, i love this picture, it’s giving me such exquisite pain…
perhaps the mass of them in specifically this bucket and my strong associations between buckets shaped specifically like that and trash buckets are feeding into this as well… sitting in there all greasy, what once left the frying pan delicious and appetizing: now a mess, stewing in the doughsweat / grease slop at the bottom of the pierogi bucket…
or maybe im just really hungry for pierogi rn…
Perhaps it’s Costco Pierogi?
I asked ChatGPT for an explanation. Not disappointed.
Pierogi-o-ween bout to become a tradition in my household. Gimme any reason to eat a fuckton in one sitting. Or don’t. I don’t actually need a reason.
i think i am the only person i ever met who doesn’t like them and i feel a deep sense of loneliness