Yesterday I was invited to a perogie-making day at my sister Karen's. I was late getting out the door to go to her place, but when I saw the thermometer reading 28 below, I took out the camera to take a photo especially for you readers who live in balmy climes. Naturally, the camera batteries died just then.

Today it's warmer, but I went out and snapped a picture anyway.

Which reminds me! I have two large trays double-layered with perogies on the two back seats of the van. Must go bring them in and bag them for the deep freeze.

Karen and I and a friend, Brendalyn, spent most of the day in the kitchen. Karen boiled and mashed potatoes with cheese, and mixed, rolled and cut the little circles of dough. Brendalyn and I stood (me) or sat (she) at the table and pinched teaspoonfuls of potato/cheese into dumplings, lining them up neatly on giant trays. We stopped long enough at noon to eat a meal of freshly boiled perogies with sour cream and fried onions, and a side of tossed salad.

It was a companionable way to spend a day. I don't get too many of those, so I enjoyed it quite a bit. That's not to say I wasn't relieved when we finally ran out of potatoes!

Today's lunch:

Garden path: