My son, he of the beige foods, has a love affair with pierogies. While I can't blame him, I had never actually eaten a pierogi until I was in my 20s, and thought they were the same thing as piroshky. Mmm. Piroshky.

Anyway, they've somehow become part of our breakfast menu around here, sauteed in butter for a crispy, crusty finish. I am telling myself it is no worse than toast or cereal for breakfast.

Also, milk mustaches FTW!