captainlordauditor:

prokopetz:

outtatherequick:

prokopetz:

Me, buying pierogi in the dead of night from an elderly Slavic woman who sells frozen baked goods cash-only from the back of an unmarked van: Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff.

This is… so specific

It’s not real pierogi unless the person selling it is committing tax evasion. You can taste the difference.

I thought it was only real pierogi if it was made by the grandmother of a mobster.