Downright Neighborly

We walked out of the apartment and saw them hanging on a piece of twine that was tied to the bannister up one flight of stairs. Out in the open, right in the landing outside the door to the roof, were several strings of homemade sausage hung out to dry and cure. The hallway smelled vaguely of clove and garlic. One of the neighbors has been holding out on us. I was thinking of posting a note in the hallway offering to sample their wares, or smoke some up for them.



Living in a largely Eastern European neighborhood our appreciation for their food and culture continues to grow. This week, we tried our hand at making homemade pierogies. I'll post the recipe later, but it's a very simple flour dough and the filling we used is potatoes, smoked cheddar, caramelized onion and garlic, salt, pepper and a pinch of mace (not the blind-a-mugger type, but the kind that is related to nutmeg). Yum.