Tight Ass Tuesday: Who doesn't love a dumpling? Fools and liars, that's who.


Is there anyone who doesn’t love a dumpling? I defy you to find me that person.


Because it really makes no sense: “No, I don’t want this delicious thing stuffed inside something else so I can eat it with my fingers.” Do you know what that is? The ramblings of a madperson. There’s a reason every culture has dumplings, and it’s because they effing rule. Dumplings, gnocchi, dim sum, potstickers, pierogi – all dumplings, all delicious.

If we would all just realize that love of dumplings transcends boundaries of belief and nationality, the world might be a really different place. A happy place. A peaceful place. A place with more dumplings. They should teach this shit in schools.


Tonight, the pierogi! was the dumpling of choice.* Pierogi! are like little hand-held comfort pies: dumplings filled with mashed potatoes and cheese, smothered with caramelized onions. It’s like ten thousand Golden Retriever puppies sitting down at once and farting. Okay, the farting maybe does not sound so comforting, but tell me you don’t find it adorable when dogs sit down and accidentally let out a little poot, especially puppies. “Thbbbt.” Picture kittens if you’re a cat person.** Point is, it’s fucking heartwarming, as long as it’s not one of those dog death farts. But I don’t think puppies learn how to emit those until they hit about 6 months.

Ahem. I’ve probably just revealed more about myself in that paragraph than anything else. Anyway.

There’s no law that potato and cheese pierogi! should have cheddar, so I used some emmenthal that had been lingering in the cheese drawer just on the right side of “too long.” I peeled some teeny-tiny potatoes that really, judging from the number I did on my knuckles with the peeler, were never meant to be peeled. It was arduous, and I was not at all chagrined when Brian came home and found a big ole bag of full-sized potatoes in the other veg drawer of the fridge.

Once they were cooked, I could have riced them to get a perfectly smooth filling, but I could also have just mashed the hell out of them by hand and beaten the cheese in with a wooden spoon. I’ll let you guess which one I did.

*It feels like it should have an exclamation point.

**Or, the better option: become a dog person.


While I was doing that and caramelizing a pan of onions, Brian was putting the dough together in my not-so-secret boyfriend, the KitchenAid Professional 600 standing mixer. In looking at dough recipes, there was a clear division: pasta-esque doughs made with egg only, or dairy-rich doughs made with milk and/or sour cream and/or butter. Me not being Eastern European and Brian not knowing how to make pierogi! from scratch I didn’t know which was the more traditional, although since it’s Eastern Europe we’re talking about I figured the heavier version was probably the way to go. At the very least, the heavier version seemed more Midwestern.

The dough had to rest and chill for a while after kneading, so I did the same thing. I hope the dough didn’t mind having to listen to “Bamboleo” or not having a crossword puzzle to do while waiting like I did.


Brian, sadly, had to leave before the pierogi! were formed and cooked. Apparently, for some tiny percentage of people, going out to a club to hang out with other humans, drink beer and listen to bands play is more fun than staying home to make pierogi! from scratch while listening to the Gipsy Kings and perhaps doing a little solo cha cha while rolling the dough which is NOT AT ALL embarrassing.

I pity those people.

I rolled the chilled dough out, cut out the pierogi! and placed a little ball of cooled potato and cheese in the center of each (I won’t lie, it took a few tries to find the optimum potato-ball size for the diameter of dough circle). Fold and crimp, fold and crimp, and voila: pierogi! They got a quick bath in boiling water before being fried up in butter, as is proper. I also took a few minutes to warm up my onions and wilt up some of my old “this plate needs some green on it” standby, spinach. I realized a moment before venturing totally into the magical land of hypocrisy that the virtuosity of my vegetarian dinner was laughably false because I was eating potato and cheese-filled dough balls fried in butter. In these cases, spinach is usually called in to try to carry the day by saving some pretense of health.

It tried valiantly; I recognize that I ask a great deal of the humble green.


But hey, no red meat, right?

So I must have done something right, because these tasted like they were supposed to. I know that doesn’t sound like very high praise, but when making such an iconic and classic food, I think it’s the height of success to have it taste just like it’s supposed too. The dough was tender and crisped up nicely on the outside. The filling was warm and creamy, and the emmenthal cheese added a nutty undertone that played very well with the earthy potato. Caramelized onions make everything they touch delicious, and the whole unhealthily wonderful mess was offset by the bitter edge of the spinach.

Four pierogi! and a pile of spinach made for a very filling dinner indeed. That’s not to say that I couldn’t have eaten another, but I thought I’d leave well enough alone. Plus, by leaving the rest for Brian’s post-bar midnight snack, I become the BEST SPOUSE EVER. Who comes home drunk at 1 in the morning on a Tuesday to homemade pierogi!? Yeah, you know you want me.

Pierogi! Dough
makes 8-10 4-inch diameter pierogi!

1 c. + 2-4 tbsp. AP Flour
1/2 a beaten egg (I know, I know, but I was cooking for two. So double this, and freeze the leftovers instead of being all irritated)
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 c. sour cream
1/4 c. unsalted butter, softened.

Chuck everything into a mixer fitted with a dough hook; start with 1 cup of flour, saving the rest in case your dough is too sticky. Let the ingredients come together and let the mixer knead the dough for 5 minutes or so. If your dough is sticky or tacky to the touch, add more flour by the spoonful until you get a smooth, firm dough. (You could also combine the ingredients in a FoPro and knead by hand, or mix all the wet and pour it into a well in the flour to do everything by hand.)

Wrap the dough in plastic wrap and chill it for at least 40 minutes.

Turn the dough out onto a floured board and roll it out to 1/8 inch thick. Fill with whatever the hell you want – potatoes and cheese, sauteed spinach, mushrooms, leftover braised beef, fruit and nuts for a dessert version, anything really.

Cook in boiling water for about 3 minutes, until they float up to the top, then fry ’til crisp in a pan with a few tablespoons of butter. Eat while listening to the Gipsy Kings for maximum cognitive dissonance.

Leave any extras uncooked and freeze them in a single layer; when they’re good and froze, you can throw ’em in a ziploc.

18 thoughts on “Tight Ass Tuesday: Who doesn't love a dumpling? Fools and liars, that's who.

  1. I am absolutely the luckiest person on the planet. Coming home from a night in Brooklyn full of metal bands, weird incense and Pabst Blue Ribbon to a plate of fresh, made-from-scratch pierogis! has got to be the best thing in the world. I don’t know why she sticks with me, but I couldn’t be happier.

  2. Yum. Makes me long for the days of Samovar, the wonderful Russian restaurant in Memphis. Where, in addition to marvelous pierogi!, they had a vodka list that rivals most good restaurants’ wine list.

    And borscht. I don’t like beets, and I still like Borscht.

  3. brian, because you kill the spiders and give a damn good foot rub.

    jesi, we kind of are. it’s a little irritating to some people.

    kristin and anna, i think that’s the normal reaction. i don’t see how or why you would behave in any other way.

    cynic1, word.

    kay, i can’t get into the borscht. something about the color, it’s so gruesome.

    jaden, i know you do! also: hi! it was great to meet you at blogher.

  4. I love pierogi! and dumplings in all forms. And Gipsy Kings! The only thing missing (for me) would be the part about getting drunk off vodka & pickles (true Russian style) while making the pierogi!

  5. I AM eastern european (and I have the Polish Lady unibrow and moustache to prove it.) Therefore, I can say with complete culteral authority that your perogies are awesome!

    Traditional fillings are cottage cheese/potato/onion, potato/onion and sourkraut/potato. Therefore, cheddar cheese – while delicious – carries no obligations. Emmenthal is a perfect choice.

    Perogie dough tends to run in families. My grandma and Uncle Frank (who taught me perogie and holubchi construction from a very young age) used mashed potato and sour cream in theirs, so that’s what I do. Some folks go the basic flour route and some folks use cream cheese and sour cream.

    We smother ours in bacon and carmelized onions (that have been carmelized – at least in part – in bacon grease).

    There is also the dessert perogie which is filled with plum or strawberry filling, gently bathed in melted butter and served up with icing sugar and sour cream.

    This is how you keep warm in a sod hut during a long, cold, dark Polish or Canadian winter. Ahh, I long for the days when a layer of fat on your wife was a desireable trait in the fall!

  6. Like BHL, I am also of 100% eastern European (Polish/Czech) heritage (fortunately without the unibrow and moustache, but definitely with the good, sturdy, broad, peasant shoulders so becoming on a woman of my short stature). My mom and grandmothers always used just a basic dough, no sour cream or anything, but I would agree that it does, indeed, run in families.

    Our family’s traditional fillings are potato/cheese/onion, cottage cheese with raisins, and a ground beef/cabbage one that I personally, could never partake in, for I am a bad Polish girl who cannot stand cabbage.

    My mom would sometimes make these on the same day with potato pancakes/latkes, and man, you’d just about die and go to carb-overload heaven. She also makes us homemade Paczki (POONCH-ki) on Maundy Tuesday. She is a good Mom. I think perhaps I’ll request for her to make me some pierogis when I see her next week when we go up for Thanksgiving.

    You? Did great here. We would all approve.

  7. My mother-in-law goes on a pierogi-making blitz every year, and yeah, like BHL said, the potato-and-farmer’s-cheese ones are a classic, as are the sauerkraut ones that we hate but can’t avoid. My husband got a pierogi-maker thingy and keeps saying he’s going to make them one year, but he hasn’t so far… I think he fears the super-tough dough. He invented the potato-and-bacon pierogi last year, though.

    I think we’ll have pierogis tonight, in fact!

  8. LOL to the helper-spinach. As a Canuck of Eastern European extraction, I loves me my perogies (dumplings of any type, but perogies in particular), and when I go on a perogie binge, there is no room for greenery. That only wastes stomach space that could otherwise be filled by perogies with sour cream. Oh, and bacon, because perogies without bacon are anathema.

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