Twelve dozen pierogi, one very forgiving kitchen. Here is what pierogi night looked like from behind the flour cloud.
The long table mid-session: rolling pins out, aprons on, technique debates already underway.
Two trays in and the folds were finally holding. Mostly.
The part everyone actually came for: butter, onions, and the tasting line.
Thanks to everyone who stayed for cleanup. If you snapped photos we missed, send them over and we will add them to the album.
About the author

Lead organizer
Founded the club after one too many solo lasagnas. Keeps the calendar full and the kitchen calm.