Those good pierogis. It’s my prerogative. Or is it?
I’ve had a pierogi or two. I’ll tell you that right now.When I was a kid, a Lithuanian family lived right up the street. One of the girls was a year younger than me, and we used to hang out quite a bit back in the East Bruce Avenue days. One thing I loved about […]
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