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A recent visit back to Chicago proved to be enlightening. In making homemade pierogi with my Polish mother and my 86-year-old aunt, I have decided that the secret to life can be found in kneading dough. Really. (I may write “If You Knead Dough, The Money Will Follow” at some point, but let’s not get sidetracked.)
In any case, few things trump slowing down and actually having conversations—face to face—with family members. So, while I had my Polish hands in the mixing bowl of flour, butter milk, vegetable oil and water, I asked my mother: “Don’t you measure your ingredients?” She looked at me and shrugged. “No. I go by how it feels!” To which I thought: “How very Zen of her!” (And Chicagoans think they’re all about planning!) That said, my clan and I may have more similarities than differences.