Several years ago, we traveled up North to Niagara Falls.
We stopped along the way, stayed in hotels, & ate the
food. We stopped overnight in a well-known Northern town &
had supper in the dining room at the hotel. This is gonna
aggravate some Yankees; but that dining room was FULL of
really FAT people. They were eating piroghis and we ordered
some, too. I was eating my dinner; commented to husband on
all the FAT people in there (quietly!) He told me, “Look
down at what you’re eating!” I looked down at my big plate
of piroghis. He said, “This is how they eat all the time!”
If you’re a Yankee, don’t get your feelings hurt. Those
winters up there are hard! (TSGRA!)
I have to correct you on your spelling. I’m a Pennsylvania Yankee, and it is spelled Pierogies. You should have tried a Pastie. They’re a local treat in Eastern Pennsylvania.
“Twinkie?” Ironic. :) One thing I noticed is that many of my mid-zone Yankee neighbors do not go out ALL winter. East coast stress is another reason.