Nutella Perogi Recipe from my mom (per request)

My mom was saying something about tomorrow (Sunday, 5 Feb 2012) being National Nutella Day or something and she had created this recipe that is greatly enjoyed a while ago. She doesn't have a blog so when she mentioned on Facebook wanting to participate, I offered to post it on mine. Any questions will need to be directed to her, as I've not made pierogi since I lived with her almost 15 years ago and really don't remember.

Nutella Perogi

2 cups flour
1 egg
1/2 cup warm milk (add a teaspoon of margarine and sour cream)
Nutella
Large pan of boiling water
Small dish with water to use to seal dough

In a bowl add 2 cups flour, make a well, add the egg and mix well with fork.

Microwave the milk with margarine and sour cream in it for about one minute.

Slowly add the milk mixture to the flour first working it with a fork then your hands till it forms a ball and then knead and work with it so it's not too gooey or dry. Add either more flour or liquid to get the right consistency. Let stand for 20 minutes.

On a floured surface take a piece of dough and roll out. Use a round cutter about 3 1/2 inches in diameter and cut out circles.

In the middle of the circle place a small spoon of Nutella. Moisten the edge of the circle with water using your finger and fold dough in half. You must do this so when you fold the dough in half so it will stick together. Make several at a time and place in boiling water. When they rise to the surface they are done. Take out and drain.

They are now ready to be fried and top with margarine and sour cream. Enjoy.

Forecast (original poem)

I'm pissed, so I'm obsessively writing poetry. Some people I'm not sure I'll ever be able to really, fully forgive for how much they've hurt me over the last six months have had me crying for the four or five hours off and on. I hate crying (for myself, not others), it gives me nasty headaches. Add to it that I feel entirely stabbed in the back by one individual in particular and I'm in a bit of a rage that means I'm probably back to the insomnia that I had last week that I had JUST gotten back into some measure of control in the last two days. And it appears it was for nothing, because the jerks are going to get their way. People in positions of authority took their word over mine even though they easily verifiable mislead those authority figures. I'm not going to stop fighting this injustice, but I will NOT be engaging in this process that has been used to abuse me so thoroughly for the last several months. I wrote the following poem in reaction, if I continue to be unable to sleep I'll try working on my novel (which these asshats have distracted me from nearly every available minute I've had to work on for the last six months. I had PLANNED to have the first draft around 80,000 words done by Halloween. Because of them I barely touched it after September and I haven't written a word in it from what I can remember of the last two months.). Fuck you, gaslighters. I'm taking myself back.

Forecast

I’m not as sexy as an earthquake
or tsunami
you got me
coming at you like a hurricane
it’s all the same
no fancy telethon
to bring it on
all the sympathy
empathy
what I need
is nothing like you’ve ever seen.
Watch your step
I’ll bring you down
so much bigger on the inside
I reside
bide
my time is ticking away
yesterday
came too soon
predictable as the moon
and yet still I’m stunned
by the stab to my back
debris flying everywhere
no one cares
catch the flack
zooming past
like my son
moving on
can be done
or so I’m told
as I linger on
suffering prolonged
wonder why
I
don’t
say
good
bye.


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