Stricha or Streecha

Saturday morning, Brian and I met up at noon for the comfort food of his people. Varenyky!
That's Ukrainian for boiled thing, but I kept on calling them pierogi before Brian schooled me on the pronunciation. This New York Times article alerted us that the ladies who make the dumplings were back in business after a summer off. There's also a fantastic video that interviews the feisty ladies that make varenyky to support the church.
We were confused momentarily about the new underground location, it had moved to the south side of East 7th St (bw 2nd&3rd Ave), but once we saw the handwritten sign we hit comfort food gold. Again, this is the best kind of a food — humble ingredients worked into something delicious by someone's mom and bought for a couple of bucks. We ordered every dish offered. Ten potato varenyky served with buttery onions (50 cents each); a cup of hot borscht ($1); a cabbage roll filled with rice and meat ($2). We had to try all the desserts, a beautiful powdered donut ($1.25) filled with berry jam that I swear had rose water in the filling. A piece of apple cake and a piece of honey cake. Yeah, we ate like pigs, but since we were eating for Jesus, I have a feeling our gluttony will be forgiven.