For as long as I can remember, holidays like Christmas Eve and Easter were accompanied by Ukrainian foods like perogies (varenyky!), holobci, nalysnyky, pyrysky, borscht, scuffles, and poppy rolls, among others. When I was young these were brought by my Baba and aunties. Now, we try our best to replicate the recipes—the most precious are the handwritten copies on worn and dirty paper. More often than not, my dad will declare the result does not quite rival his memory.
Read MoreThis is home to me. Yes, a big roaster of delicate, melt-in-your-mouth perogies, dusted with fried onions, chopped bacon, and too much artery-clogging, hydrogenated, melted, margarine. This confused extravert/introvert, and a wanna-be writer will make the connection. Please be patient with me.
Read More1963 was a record year for attending lively and colourful Ukrainian weddings at the Rainbow Hall in Canora and the Burgis Beach Hall, Good Spirit Lake, just two miles from our family farm. That summer our family took in a wedding every single Saturday for more than two months – 9 in all!
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