I believe so. Pricey, too!
Thanks again, Jen! 
Huh, when I looked up what “beer-ox” would be, I stumbled upon a German food called “berox”, which looks to be fairly similar to bierocks. Neither one is a pierogi, though they do have some relation (all three are tasty stuff wrapped up in dough, but the b ones appear to be baked, not boiled and fried).
Bierocks/piroks are this kind of pirogi, not this kind of pierogi.
From that Wiki link:
Ah, I’d been trying to remember what that word was. At a feast I threw some time ago, a Ukranian classmate excitedly exclaimed “Oh, you made varenyky!” when he saw the pierogi I had made. He explained that they had something with a similar name to pierogi, but that that was a dessert.
When I was a lad, I noticed that the boxes that our margarine came in always bore the rubric “color added.” And every time a box was opened, my heart would be filled with the hope that it would be a worthwhile color, like red, or blue. But nope. It was always boring old yellow.
Pirogi are large pies; smaller ones are called pirozhki and can be baked or deep-fried. They’re similar to Cornish pasties. The ones I like are savory, with beef, pork, and/or spinach.
The word vareniki, AFAIK, comes from varyat’, “to boil.”
What Uncle Duke made were somewhere between; the shape was the turnover style, but they were baked, as I recall.
Main ingredients were ground beef, cabbage and onion.
When I lived in Moscow, I used to buy one on my way to campus every day. I can still hear the woman selling them at the metro with her spiel.
Wonderfully greasy, aren’t they? :o
Not a misconception about food but rather where it goes:
When I was very little I thought that solid food went to your stomach but liquids (drinks) stayed in your throat. I think it was because when I had a sore throat my mom would get me to drink lots of liquid to “make your throat feel better”.
Did she keep them in a big green can? :o
:eek:
Of the billions and billions of proclamations, utterances, oaths and affirmations on the entire World Wide Web, this is the most WRONG that exists.
Well, … If someone who had never tried beer started off with an IPA or something of that ilk, that would be a reasonable reaction.
A nice bock, brown ale, or shandy on the other hand …
I’ve been drinking beer for years, and I still describe an IPA as “Everything I dislike in a beer, all in one place.” 
I can understand that beer might be an acquired taste. But I still don’t understand how anyone would get started.
Right. I had had a couple of other kinds of alcohol by the time I tasted beer. I thought everyone drinks it, it must be pretty good. No. Not at all. The closest I’ve gotten since was Not Your Father’s Root Beer and even that it a little too beer-y for me.
Oh yeah: “goriyachi pirozhki, pirozhki goriyachi,” over and over. When I was there, they arrested on of the sellers for making them from murdered homeless people.
EW! :eek: What Metro station was this???
Welsh Rarebit or Welsh Rabbit always mystified me. I couldn’t imagine anyone shooting poor Bugs Bunny and eating him.
But as it turned out, it’s some kind of melted cheese served on toast and has nothing to do with rabbits or Wales. I didn’t figure that out till I was about 25.
The names of lots of English dishes sounded really bizarre. There is some Christmas thing - not plum pudding - but something else that sounds very bizarre. Sorry, I can’t remember what it is now.
Figgy pudding.
What a lovely story. Thanks for sharing.
One question though. If I was you, and made a special trip to southern California, I would have bought ten pounds of that candy. Why only a quarter pound?
Could you get more where you were living? Or did you have to come back to Southern California to get more?