We had an interesting dinner tonight. I was grilling hotdogs for Labor Day and earlier in the week Paul had slipped a frozen box into the cart, containing a food I'd never tried. He insisted that we eat them tonight. Since he hardly ever asks for a specific meal I quickly agreed. The name of the new-to-me-food: Pierogi.
I glanced at the box, glanced at the cooking instructions, and decided, with the half dozen cooking methods, that baking was the way to go. After all, they looked like some sort of pastry to me, and so I followed the instructions for baking and put them in oven.
Paul was skeptical when he came into the kitchen and saw the pierogis in the oven. He told me that that wasn't the way to cook them. When I asked him how they were made he said in the microwave. I stifled an eye roll (if I can avoid the microwave I do... everything always seems soggy when it comes out) and waited to try the new food.
When it appeared on the table Paul explained that Pierogi are like pasta (something my hard crusted pastry like pierogi did not resemble in the least with their crunchy shells). And hilarity (from Paul's point of view, I was mostly just baffled) quickly followed. It went something like this:
Paul (from across the table, trying not to laugh hysterically): "You know how it's kind of funny to watch someone who isn't from California try to figure out how to eat an artichoke or an avocado? This is kind of like that!"
Me: (eye roll) "It said on the box that you could bake them..."
Paul: (still laughing) "Yeah, I bet some people roast them on sticks when they go camping too..."
So next time I will be trying one of the other cooking methods. Like boiling.
Actually next time Paul says he'll be cooking them. And I'd really like to see that.