
- The Kroger-brand flour, versus a name brand.
- The low-pressure weather system hovering over the East Coast.
- The dryness in the house, despite the drizzle outside.
- The traditional Polish Christmas carols playing in the background reminded me of my late father singing in the church choir, so I was too sad to focus.
- After I switched to more modern Polish Christmas songs from a Spotify playlist, I was distracted by trying to understand the lyrics.
- My daughter, with the gifted hands of someone who actually completed a college major in sculpture, was not there to help. (She’s way better at this than I am–does pierogi talent skip a generation?)
- This is the first Christmas since my mom passed away, so I was too sad to focus. Or maybe, since I wasn’t using Mama’s recipe per se, she was haunting me by putting a curse on the dough.
- I failed to have a shot of vodka before starting this whole damn thing.
Can you have the shot now?
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