Friday, 17 July 2015

The Long Road to Goodbye...Our Last Days Together


It is with sadness that we announce the passing of our treasured Matriarch, Carol Joy, on  Friday July 17th, 2015 at 7:00 a.m..  May her memory be for a blessing ♥


The past few weeks have been a roller coaster of "near calls", "this is its", "hurry and get heres".  I finally started writing as a way to release the mounting pressure, and decided to share this with you, as I have shared the rest of our journey.


July 7, 2015, 4:00 a.m.
I've imagined, and dreaded, this last leg of the AD journey since we received Mom's diagnosis some 9 years ago...but it was always a time so far off in the distance...something we'd deal with "someday".

Someday is fast approaching...it feels like I am on a train that is racing to its final destination, and I can now see it coming into view.  It is close yet so far, and I am filled with a surreal sense of disbelief and dread.

It is so strange...how disjointed it all is...on the one hand I can be intellectual and matter-of-fact about everything, and then in an instant I am overcome with grief and sadness.  After 14 years you'd think I'd be emotionally tapped out...

My G-d...it's been 14 years, almost to the month, since I first noticed signs of something being terribly wrong.  Becca was a newborn and here we are...fast approaching her 14th birthday.  

What a difficult and painful road my mother has had to travel.  It's time to let her go.  I know that.  I know she has suffered horribly and for so long.  I know that there is no hope and no cure.  She can no longer take anything orally without risk of choking.  And so, we are watching her fall further and further into a deep sleep from which there is no waking.  And we are preparing...for the inevitable.  

I want to do this right, for Mom, for Dad, for my kids, and for Davie.  I want to be strong and dignified and keep it together.  I can only hope that she shines down on me and helps me to find the strength from within to be all of that when the time comes.  

We told the girls tonight.  After the roller coaster of false alarms over the past few weeks, I finally got confirmation that we are not looking at months, but weeks...and so, we told the girls.  There were tears, and hugs...

And here I am, I've been awake since 1:51 a.m., sleepless...and distracted...and scared...I'm not ready to sit shiva for my mother.  Yesterday, as I was driving to see her at Baycrest, I passed Wilson Heights, the street that we used to turn on to get to our house.  For a split second I thought "turn left and go home - she'll be there", and then I realized that 20 years had passed since that was my home. Time has flown and we are here.   

I  should be studying for an exam I have tomorrow night, but I can't think straight.  So much work to do, for school and the office...I had better get it done, who knows what's coming or when.



July 10, 2015, 7:23 pm
The past 3 days have dragged on and flown by - all at the same time.  Mom is dying, and all we can do is sit with her and wait...trying to provide her, and each another, with comfort as we try to manoeuvre our way through this winding road as she ends her Alzheimer's journey.


July 12, 2015, 9:17 am
Day 6 of sitting vigil and it is starting to wear on all of us.  We have all put everything on hold to sit at Mom's bedside, waiting, watching as she struggles to breathe, barely able to move, but eerily alert as she moves her eyes to look at us as we speak with her, caress her hand and tell her how much we love her.  Her little room seems so much smaller with the whole family packed in there for hours at a time.  The air becomes stale and humid, and we listen to the rhythmic pumping of the ventilator.

The nurses and staff have been so kind, bringing us cold drinks and cookies, coming in to offer support and comfort whenever they have a free moment.  At this point we are packing food and snacks for the daily vigils, much like we do for dance competitions...sandwiches, salads, chips, cookies and drinks.  And we watch movies - the Sound of Music and Les Miserables - musicals that Mom loved when she was well.  It passes the time, brings some happy sounds into the room, and keeps us from slipping into an abyss of sorrow.  Sitting vigil this way, for 6 days, feels like we are sitting Shiva already.  It is so tiring and draining...I fall into bed at night and sleep so deeply...

This experience has made me realize that I am so fortunate...I am surrounded by such good, really good, people.  I am so lucky.  My amazing friends at school....we are together 4 to 5 days a week....and we're like a family.  It is exam and assignment time, and my friends have stepped up and taken over, covering all of my responsibilities for group work, leaving me to worry only about my mother and family...they all have families, jobs and serious pressures of their own, and yet Tina, Dayna, Michael and Prem each have taken on the added burden of my responsibility so I can take care of things here.  I am truly blessed ♥.

Yesterday Diane came to visit.  We are not welcoming many people now; just the Cantor, Rabbi and our inner circle.  But Diane is family.  She was like Mom's other daughter.  When Diane walked in yesterday and took Mom's hand, Mom's eyes smiled and my heavy heart lifted.  A deep wave of relief washed over me and I was retored to calm.


Diane took Becca and Sara for dinner.  She got them away from Baycrest and the sadness that hangs over us all...she wove a silver lining into our darkest cloud.  I am so blessed to have her in my life.  When she was my maid of honour 20 years ago she said that she was my "sister by choice, if not by blood"...and she is.  She reminds me that true friendship emerges in the darkest hours, not the brightest moments.  I am truly blessed ♥.

And Carlo...Sara...Becca...I've learned so much about them this week.  This is really hard for each of them.  Yet they say little, comfort lots.  They are my reason for living.  They put up with my breakdowns and remain stoic.  Carlo prepares food, and baking, and keeps our house in order in anticipation of a Shiva - because I can't and he knows how important it is to me.  They come down to the nursing home often to sit vigil with us in a crowded, hot hospital room.  Sara and Carlo have both put their jobs on hold to be available on a moment's notice. And Becca...Becca sits day and night at her Bubbie's bedside.  She won't leave.  She's there when I'm there.  She says little.  She does little...except to make sure that the compresses to cool Bubbie's fevered brow are always cool.  And she steps out of the room only to sit with other residents in the common area, and brings a smile to their faces.  She is remarkable.  I am truly blessed ♥.

I am going to go get ready to go back to Baycrest for another day of sitting vigil.  And after sharing all of this now, I realize how lucky I am, and that as painful and difficult as this experience is, I really am blessed ♥


July 15th, 2015, 8:43p
Its been an agonizing week for us all...no-one moreso than Mom.  She has fought valiantly, and suffered so much.  Now the nurse says the end is near...perhaps during the night or early tomorrow.  It all ended too soon...I feel so empty...come visit me in my dreams...I love you Mama ♥


July 16th, 2015, 9:03a
We made it through another night...I don't know how any of us are sleeping, but we are, and heavily at that.  I guess we're emotionally drained to the point of exhaustion.  It's so difficult to concentrate or function, anticipation of her imminent death is a dark cloud constantly looming over every one of us. I have finally realized that this is not something I can control or predict, and I need to stop trying, and to "Let Go and Let God"...

July 17th, 2015
Davie just received a call from Baycrest.  Mom passed away peacefully at 7:00a this morning.  May her memory be for a blessing ♥





Friday, 22 May 2015

Beloved Baba Dora...my other Matriarch

Baba Dora
If you follow MMT on Facebook, you would often read about "Baba Dora Salad".  It rounds out our dinner menu most evenings, as it is a simple tossed green salad that is flavourful and goes with virtually every dish.

I just realized that I have never really told you about my Baba Dora.  I searched this blog, and there are many references to the Baba Dora salad, and tidbits about her, but I have yet to give you a proper introduction to my other Matriarch - shame on me!


Baba Dora with Zada David and my cousin Lauren
Baba Dora is my father's mother.  She lived in Toronto, and we spent a great deal of time with her in our earlier years.  She was born is a Ukrainian Shtetl in Russia in 1989 in Pervomaysk (Bogopol).  Her father (Zaida Menachem Nachum) was the Rebbe of their village. Together with his wife, Batsheva, they had a large family of 9 children, and I imagine they lived similarly to how Tevye and his family did in the film Fiddler on the Roof.  They were hard-working, observant Jews living under the Czarist regime, with little money, opportunity or personal security.  


Baba Dora at my Bat Mitzvah - October 1980
Baba would recount the story of the 1905 pogrom, where she, along with the rest of her (Jewish) community, literally ran and hid for their lives.  Baba, a young girl at the time, managed to hide under a porch, where an old man was sitting in a rocking chair, too old to move and run for cover.  As she hid, the Cossacks rode by...the old man was murdered as she hid below.  The horror of that experience, and the many others that she and her family endured were the driving force behind their determination to make a new life in Canada.  

Despite growing up in this very traditional old world my Baba was a progressive, modern woman.  She went to university and medical school in the early 1900s - no small feat for a woman, let alone a Jewish woman in Czarist Russia.  She also resisted arranged marriage, which was standard at that time, and chose to marry my grandfather, David, a man she loved and respected.   

Baba Dora worked hard long days raising a family, keeping a home and running a small business alongside her husband.  She was a resilient woman who never complained and did what had to be done, no questions asked.


Baba Dora and me at her apartment, 1976
When I was born there was an instant connection...one that remains strong to this day.  She was my biggest fan and strongest supporter, encouraging and adoring me, but never allowing me to indulge in self-pity, even on the bumpiest roads of my journey.


Baba Dora never drove.  She would take buses and subways to get where she needed to go.  She carried mason jars filled with steaming hot homemade chicken soup and lokshen (egg noodles), wrapped in towels to keep it piping hot, so that her Nomika (me) would have food she liked to eat during  hospital stays following surgeries.  That's just the kind of person she was.


Octboer 1980 - My Bat Mitzvah
There are many stories I could share with you about my beloved Baba Dora...she was so kind, loving, calm and very wise.  Not a day goes by that I don't think of her and smile.  One of my favourite memories is of how happy she was at my Bat Mitzvah.  She was smiling from ear to ear.  Years later I would learn that she told my father that for her, this night was like my wedding (which she knew she would never live to see).  And she celebrated, with me and for me.  

So from my family to yours, I share with you a simple but delicious recipe that evokes many a treasured memory -  Baba Dora Salad.  

Until next time,  I wish you a wonderful day filled with family, fun, friends and fantastic food.  B'Tayavon & Buon Appetito!



Baba Dora Salad:
lettuce - cut/shredded into bite-size pieces 
cucumber - diced into large pieces
tomato - diced into large peices
carrots - diced
celery - diced

Baba Dora Salad Dressing:
¼C oil
slightly less than ¼C white vinegar 
salt  to taste 


Toss salad, mix dressing and serve right away.  

Monday, 11 May 2015

Reflections...and updates...Happy Mother's Day 2015!

It's been so long since I blogged...

Thanks to the loving support and infinite patience and sacrifice of my husband and children, I have been able to redirect all of my energy and brainpower into my studies for the past 8 months.  And it's paying off.

I've faced some of my greatest fears and discovered that I can learn, that my brain, like any other "muscle" simply needs to be exercised in order to grow stronger.

I was scared to go back to school...afraid that my mind was no longer young and agile enough to absorb and synthesize all the information these courses would throw at me.

When I wrote my first exam in the first semester I was panic-stricken.   My heart raced as the results were handed back.  I stared in disbelief at the "A+" staring back at me.  Now, not every mark has been an A+...but one day, much to my pleasant surprise, I realized that I was driving to my exam without a hint of panic.  And then, I noticed that my heart wasn't racing as I waited to received my grades.

Not only do I stand to benefit professionally from my educational pursuits, but my brain is forming new synaptic connections every day - something that is recommended in middle age: you need to challenge your brain and learn new things if you want to maintain brain health.  And I have made new friends - real, face-to-face friends - another important factor in staving off dementia (maintaining social connections).  And with such a busy life, my social media consumption has declined - and I feel so much better for it...

The only cons of working full time while going to school full time are the lack of free time to be with my family and friends during "school season," and missing the simple things that I loved in my "former life" - grocery shopping, cooking and baking, and the sheer satisfaction of a spic and span house after a 7 hour cleaning marathon.  

With my 3 week school vacation, I actually resumed my grocery shopping duties and started preparing meals again!  Crazy as it sounds, I felt decadent as I leisurely wandered the aisles of Superstore.  These activities are time consuming and eat into my study time.  

I've also been able to pack in 2 dance competition trips with Becca and 2 university road trips with Sara...all the while marvelling at how beautiful, self-assured and special my not-so-little girls are.  On the last competition weekend I actually cooked and prepared a picnic lunch like the old days!  My Jewish mother instincts kicked right in as I offered  pasta salad, roasted chickpeas, turkey sandwiches and veggies & dip to anyone who was hungry.  Old habits die hard!



Yesterday Becca and I went to visit Mom.  I wondered aloud whether it was appropriate to take a picture of the 3 of us - Becca, Mom and me - to mark Mother's Day 2015.  Becca asked why not and took a selfie of us.  Later that evening I discovered she'd posted it online with a loving tribute to Mom.  I was so moved I shared her post.



I struggle with posting current photos of Mom...on the one hand I tell myself that this is not the way I want people to remember my mother - I would prefer that they remember her as the beautiful, glamorous and graceful woman she was.  On the other hand, this is how my mother is now...and I am still proud of her...she is an Alzheimer's warrior and braver than anyone else I know...facing endless days trapped in a body ravaged by a disease for which there is no cure.  Her appearance is her battle scar.  The same way my parents taught me never to hide my fingers, never to be ashamed of who I am and how I look, I believe that the effects of  Alzheimer's are not something we need to hide or be ashamed of.


The photo made some of our family sad, so I took it down...out of respect to them and their feelings....not out of shame or to hide anything...I am so proud of my mother.  I think of how she handled being diagnosed with EOAD and slowly losing herself in the disease, as though being swallowed by quicksand.  She did so with love, courage and grace.  And I can only hope that if it is my fate to follow in her footsteps, that I will be able to be as strong, courageous and supportive of my family as I embark on my own journey as my mother was in hers.  Anyways, I've decided to pepper this post with my favourite photos of Mom, from Once Upon a Time...isn't she beautiful?



I hope that I will be able to squeeze in some baking and cooking time to try new recipes over the summer, so please stay tuned.  Until next time, I wish you all a belated Happy Mother's Day and a wonderful week filled with family, fun, friends and fantastic food.  B'Tayavon and Buon Appetito!

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Staying positive in the face of searing sadness


If you take anything away from my blog, please don't let it be sadness or sympathy.  I am in need of neither.  I hope you can see hope and love of family.

I have done a lot of thinking over the past week  - reflecting on why I started this blog, what drives me to keep posting, and what message I want to share with those who visit these pages.

No-one chooses to be personally connected to Alzheimer's - it's just the luck of the draw.  And when my beloved mother drew the short end of the stick, so did we all.

All of this reflection has made me realize that when your loved one has AD the grieving process really is fluid - and without closure you can't really heal.

I intellectuallize and compartmentalize the tough stuff so that I can move on...after all, life goes on. But when I really take a moment to "feel", it's in such a moment that I am overwhelmed by searing sadness.

Sadness that my kids had to give up so much in the early years to allow me to deal with Mom's rapidly advancing illness.  Sadness that Mom never really knew how great all her grandkids turned out - or the successes that Davie and I are having in midlife.  Sadness that I can never really tell Mom how grateful I am for all she did for me, and gave to me.  Sadness that my Dad is spending his golden years without her by his side.  Sadness that, as Mom said, "it all ended too soon".

And yet I don't spend a lot of my time being sad.  That would be a waste.  I try to be positive and thankful - traits that my mother always showed in the good times and the bad.

I am thankful for my family, and the health of my loved ones.  I am thankful for Baycrest - the wonderful long term care facility where my mother lives.  I am thankful for the many good years we had together, and for the memories that bring me comfort in those moments of sadness.  I am thankful for my dreams - where my mother is well, and vibrant - because in those moments I hug her longer and breathe in her perfumed scent, luxuriating in every second because somewhere deep down I know it will end when I waken.  I am thankful for the chance to write about her, and my family, and our life - then and now, and that there are people who want to read her story.  You help me to keep her alive as she was.

And as apprehensive as I am to go on national TV tomorrow to watch a clip that will probably make me look like an emotional, bumbling sap, I am grateful.  Because, as my best friend Diane (who will be with me tomorrow) said, it's not about being intelligent or insightful, it's about opening your heart and sharing your story so that it helps others to feel a little less alone.  If I'm lucky, they will connect to my story, and see through the bumbling words and teary frowns to my heart - which is still healing from the ongoing loss of my mother to Alzheimer's.

Until next time, I wish you a wonderful evening, filled with family, fun, friends and fantastic food.  B'Tayavon & Buon Appetito!

Thursday, 15 January 2015

It takes a family to raise a mom...

With Canada AM Producer Jessica
Yesterday was my mother's 72nd birthday.  There is another Influenza Outbreak in her pod, and she is restricted to her room.  We insisted that Dad not go and risk exposure, but I went (masked) to see her before I wrote the last of my deferred exams (which signalled the end of Semester 1 of my paralegal studies - hallelujah!).

As I sat with her I could see her struggling to open her eyes.  It seemed an almost impossible task.  I called Davie and Dad and we sang to her. I could have sworn I saw the corners of her mouth turn upward, hinting at a smile.  I kissed her and told her I loved her, and took a selfie of us - because everyone should have a photo to mark their birthday.  And I left.  I had a final exam to write and the clock was ticking.

I wrote the exam and was filled with a sense of accomplishment.  Bravo to Carlo and Sara and Rebecca - for they are the support team behind the scenes that enables me to go to school, and work, and keep it together.  They are my rocks.  It really does take a family to raise a mom - and I am blessed with a great one.

And now in the 2 days I have before Semester 2 begins, I have taken a trip down memory lane, back to a time when it took a complete family to try and raise our mother from sinking into the abyss of Alzheimers Disease.

I was contacted just over a week ago by a producer for Canada AM - a national morning show.  They are presenting a week-long series on Alzheimer's Disease and I was invited to share the story of our journey, along with other families and people touched by AD.

So, today, I went over to the Bell Media Studios thinking that I would have a pleasant interview and be on my way.  Everyone was very nice, although I must say it is a little disconcerting to stand in a darkened studio, look into a camera and answer questions.  But that wasn't what got me.   As I recounted our story, I could feel a lump rising in my throat, and my heart began to race.  It was as though 13 years had fallen to the wayside and I was reliving the moments of discovering something was wrong with my mother all over again.

Sounds melodramatic, I know, and as I had to stop and take a minute - yes, people really do that - I was yelling at myself in my head: "Naomi, this is old news!  Get it together!  Why is this story, of the bookkeeper quitting in a temper tantrum because your mother couldn't understand her instructions, why is this story making you cry?!"  I don't know that I can answer that for you now, except to say that the wounds of the long goodbye are raw, and they never quite heal over.  It's like a persistent cut, you think it's healed and then some slight movement and it's open and bleeding again.

I miss my mother, and when I go beyond the intellectual, and allow myself to feel the loss and sorrow that accompanies the long goodbye, I realize that I am still that girl who needs her mom, only now I can only enjoy the comfort of her embrace in my dreams and memories.

I don't know how the interview piece will turn out (I can only hope I don't appear like a blubbering, babbling fool), but I invite you all to tune into Bell Media/CTV's Canada AM every morning next week, when they will air the special on Alzheimer's.  The piece I participated in will be airing on Thursday January 22nd, 2015, during the Town Hall.

Until next time, which I hope will not be the end of Semester 2 (!!), I wish you all a wonderful week filled with family, fun, friends and fantastic food.  B'Tayavon and Buon Appetito.

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Back to School with Simple Meals...Pasta Al Forno



Well, we made it through the first week of school...almost!

The girls started classes this past week.  The drama of settling into a new routine, sorting out confused timetables, and getting everywhere on time is just about behind us.  

But this year, we've added a new twist to back to school...Mom's going back too!  I have a renewed appreciation for our kids' butterflies and apprehension, as I face my own return to the classroom after a 20-year hiatus.  As I stood in line for my student card, surrounded by young people just a year or two older than Sara, I marvelled at how much things have changed, yet stayed the same since Diane and I attended York in the late 1980's.  The line ups at the bookstore, and student photo ID centre are still hours long, but now you can do so much on line - something that was not possible when we went to school.  

But I did it...got my books, got my student ID card, found my classrooms and plotted my route from parking lot to classroom.  And I talked myself through the jitters the same way I would try to calm our kids.  My office is ready for learning - the clutter is cleaned out, all our schedules are logged, notebooks are bought, pens and highlighters on hand.  

I guess all that is left is for classes to start on Monday night...

As far as food, meals and the running of our home - that is pretty much under control too.  My wonderful family are all onside as we face this lifestyle change together.  Everyone will do a little more to help around the house, Carl will cook more, and our meals will be a lot simpler during my school semesters.  

Simpler does not mean flavourless though.  The other night, Becca said she was craving something cheesy and gooey and saucy.  And suddenly it popped in my head - pasta al forno!  This is a pasta which is oven-baked, liked lasagna.  But I don't think fresh pasta is in the cards for us for the next 3 months...so I boiled some small pasta shells, browned some ground beef, made a tomato sauce and shredded some mozzarella.  (If you observe Kashruth, substitute the ground beef for veggie ground or omit the beef altogether).  I drained the pasta and combined it with the sauce and ground beef in a Pyrex, then topped it with mozzarella.  I covered it with foil, placed it on a cookie sheet and baked it in a 350 degree oven for 30 minutes.

It was a huge hit - served with a simple side salad and some garlic bread.  Sara had 3 helpings!  Sara, who never has more than a modest single serving said it was scrumptious!  As I sat at the table watching my family devour this incredibly simple meal, I felt the tension flow out of my body, and I realized that it will be OK.  There are plenty of quick and easy dishes like this pasta al forno that I can pull out of a hat and prepare in 30 minutes or less, like I used to when the girls were little and time was limited.   

So, from my family to yours, I hope you enjoy this pasta al forno as much as we did.  Until next time, I wish you all a wonderful back to school season, and a fantastic weekend, filled with family. fun, friends and fantastic food.  B'Tayavon & Buon Appetito!

Naomi's Pasta Al Forno

Ingredients
  • 1 package lean ground beef or veggie ground
  • 1 box pasta 
  • 1 jar tomato sauce (for my recipe, see sauce)
  • 2C shredded mozzarella cheese

Method
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.  Boil pasta.  Brown ground beef or veggie ground and drain.  Make sauce.  Combine pasta, sauce and beef in Pyrex.  Place on baking sheet (in case it bubbles over) and cover with foil.  Bake for half an hour, then serve.  No need to uncover while baking, unless you like your cheese to brown.  

Tuesday, 22 July 2014

Perogies and cooking with love...across the generations and throughout the family

Grandma Rose's Family Recipe

As you know, I was in Victoria last January visiting Jimmy and Barb and their family.  I wrote a few posts during that time, about the my experience there, visiting with my family and cooking up new delicious recipes. Here is another post from that visit...

It is so beautiful here.  Every day they find something beautiful for me to discover, this being my first ever trip to the west coast, even if I often view it  just from the car.

The reason for our visit is bittersweet - my Uncle Jim is not well, that is the bitter - we are together, that is the sweet.  And he smiles...a lot.  He seems to be really happy to see how gelled his family is...how tight we've pulled back together in such a short time.  But I'm really not surprised...
 
We have history...I tried to express it to Barb the other day (and failed miserably, I'm afraid)...so let me try again, here, where I have a backspace and delete button.
As we were leaving after a long day of visiting, cooking, running errands and reminiscing, Rose gave me a big hug, put her arm around me, looked at me and said "you look just like your mother when you smile like that". I thought my heart would burst right on the spot.  That moment embodied everything I've missed so desperately...the history...the back stories...the memories.  Since Alzheimer's took a firm hold of my mother, I have no matriarch to give me a hug and tell me they remember me when I was a girl, that they remember my mother, my grandmother, to share my memories...until now.  My aunt Barb and "Grandma" Rose soothed that throbbing dull ache of loss for me.

Jimmy loves pasta...hmmmm you think we might be related?!?  So I made my pasta a la Sara the other night with Omega 3 enriched pasta to sneak some extra nutrients into his diet.  As I was making this super easy meal, Rose was perusing the Matriarchs' "Golden Recipes" cookbook, and pointing out the similarities between the recipes that we make and the recipes that her family makes (all stemming back to the same Winnipeg roots).  
 
I became intrigued every time Rose would come across a recipe and say "Your Bubbie Lou used to make this for us!  It is so delicious!".  I was dumbfounded.  In one case it was a recipe on a small scrap of paper, for lavash.  I have passed this recipe over many times...nothing in it grabbed my attention.  But now, you can be sure I will be making it when I get back home.  It's like I've been given a window into the world of yesteryear, and awakened from a deep sleep. 
So, Rose, Stan and I corralled Barb into planning the meals for the duration of our visit...and now that I have foodie partners in crime, this is becoming a really fun endeavour!  We are planning on making a special dinner for our last night of the trip: Chicken Kiev, Mushroom Brown Rice and Asparagus a la Nora...and let's not forget dessert: hamentashen and mun bagel 
BUT...that is not the only exciting meal in the works...Jimmy and I both love perogies/verenikes.  I have already told you how we make ravioli, but I've never made a proper perogie...until now.  Stan and Rose are adopting me as their culinary kid and teaching me to make them too!  Tuesday night's dinner is cheddar, potato and onion perogies with sour cream, a Caesar salad and some crusty bread.  No-one will say we aren't eating well this trip!
Grandma Rose cutting circles
The filling balls

Perogies - the finished product

Grandpa Stan overseeing the
boiling of the perogies
Fast forward to July...the here and now.  Over five months have passed since we left Victoria, and lost Jimmy.  But the memories of that wonderful trip remain forever ingrained in my mind and heart.  The dinner preparation that Tuesday night was so much fun.  Rose was very patient, as we rolled out the perogie dough (she ended up breaking Barb's rolling pin handles right off the pin so we'd have our own makeshift French rolling pin!), cut the circles and she skillfully (I, gingerly) filled each one.  I soon got the hang of the hand motions necessary to effectively fill and seal each perogie, and they passed Stan inspection too!  (He was in charge of boiling them).  We gobbled them up that evening, as our family gathered round the table, enjoying every moment we were together.

And they were so yummy that I set out to make them right away once I was back home.  Were they ever a hit with my family!  The first time I made them I fried them up with chopped onions after boiling and draining them. The next time I made them I laid them on a parchment-lined baking sheet, spritzed them with a little canola oil spray and baked them in a 400 degree oven for 20 minutes, turning them once and spritzing again.  They were just as delicious but not fried.  Oh...but I still served them topped with fried onions, of course!

So, from my extended and immediate family to yours, I hope you enjoy this recipe as much as we all do.  Wishing you all a wonderful weekend filled with family, friends, fun and fantastic food.  B'Tayavon and Buon Appetito!

Grandma Rose's Perfect Perogies

Dough Ingredients:

  • 1 C hot water
  • ½ C cold milk
  • ½ tsp salt
  • 4½ C flour

Dough Method:
Combine dry ingredients, then blend in water, oil and milk.  Knead well, and refrigerate for ½ hour.  

Filling Ingredients:
  • 6 medium potatoes, boiled & mashed
  • ½ C grated cheddar cheese (or to taste)  OR cheese whiz to taste
  • salt and pepper to taste

Filling Method:
Boil and mash potatoes. While hot, mix in cheddar cheese and salt and pepper.  Allow to cool so you can comfortably touch the mixture and then roll into balls and place on cookie sheet.

Making the perogies:
Roll the dough on a floured, flat surface.  It will be moist but not sticky.  Roll  it to between ½" and ¼" thickness. Use round glass to cut circles.  Place circle of dough in palm of your hand, put ball of filling in middle of circle. Then roll dough into semi-circle, carefully and tightly sealing all edges.  Place on baking sheet until ready to boil.  

Preparing the perogies:
Boil: Once you have made a batch of perogies, bring a large stock pot of water to a boil and gently place the perogies in the water.  They will float to the top.  Let them boil for 5 minutes, then remove from water with slotted spoon.
Fry: You can place them in frying pan with a little oil to crisp them; or 
Bake: Preheat over to 400 degrees and place them on a parchment-lined baking sheet,  spray with canola oil spray and bake for 20 minutes, turning and respraying once.

We like to eat our perogies with fried onions and sour cream on top!