Pierogi, pierogi, pierogi

The Baltimore Ukrainian Festival is pretty much just food and drink and music, and not much else. However, the weather was beautiful today and a steady stream of people flowed through all afternoon and evening. It would have been great to work an eight-hour shift there, people-watching and schilling Polish food. As it was, though, I worked thirteen hours, and now am very sore and tired. But it was still fun. I got to work with beautiful young girls from Poland and Russia, and my boss insisted we take shots of strange Polish liquor near the end of our shift.

I work at a place that serves what is widely considered the best pierogi in Baltimore. At least City Paper says so. Yet, I never have them. My food of choice at my restuarant is hriby dip, and amazing Czechoslovakian mushroom dip. Or the almond encrusted snapper. But never pierogi.

Today, I reminded myself why. I think I eat my fill every Ukrainian Festival, enough to last me for the next year. I sold hundreds of pierogi today and probably ate half that.

I kid, I kid. But hyperbole aside, I ate pierogi for all three meals today, as well as for snacks in between. I consumed so many calories of pierogi today that I've budgeted myself for two workouts tomorrow. I consumed so many that I am considering making myself vomit.

But I won't. I'll probably have nightmares about pierogi, though.