When I was growing up my Estonian Grandma Kahara made Piraka every Sunday. They are the Estonian version of a 'perogy' but are baked, not fried or boiled. She put meat and rice, or eggs in hers, and they were delicious.I have never tried making Piraka before - in fact for most of my adult life I did not even follow my own family's traditions. I am making up for lost time now that I have moved and am on my own! May 3 is my Mom's birthday, so I am remembering her with traditional family food.
I had to take photos to commemorate the moment. My new tablecloth has beautiful spring colours and reminds me of something my Grandma would have loved. I think putting that tablecloth on the table made me think of her cooking. And the Piraka are in my mother's pink bowl. Funny how family traditions stay with you even over a big move and over time.
I had to take photos to commemorate the moment. My new tablecloth has beautiful spring colours and reminds me of something my Grandma would have loved. I think putting that tablecloth on the table made me think of her cooking. And the Piraka are in my mother's pink bowl. Funny how family traditions stay with you even over a big move and over time.
They turned out great and seeing my hands covered with flour made me think of my Grandma and I felt close to my Mom and Grandma as I baked - first time baker but it must be in the blood. I am sharing these with friends in Calgary later this afternoon.
