Marcus writes The first time I ever had Pierogi was on my gap year (pronounced Gap Yah) in Spongwokistan, where I was working in the Peace Corps. It turned out my grandmother was also from there, and we went to the farmers' market where the locals hand-farmed their pierogi from scratch! Something-something-something madelains. The best kind of mashed potato were made by Soviet enforces behind the wall before the USSR fell. Mashed flat like the hopes for peace of peoples! Please remember to sign up for our merch, and our advertising lists, and so on because it means the world to me to take your money. Er. I mean... to share the authentic and true history of my family with you.