Because of that, I’ve been living at my parents’ house for the past week and a half. The other day while here I sat down to take care of 10 lbs of spuds I was given by a friend. (About three days after I’d just bought 10 lbs of spuds.) I don’t go through potatoes that quickly on my own, so I decided that I’d have to do something with them so they were no longer potatoes, but something else. I choose to make pierogies.
(An aside, here. I love being an American. Where else could one think nothing of mixing in jalapenos with your pierogie potatoes to make Tex-Mex pierogies? Mmmmmm…)
After I’d rolled out all the shells, and had the potatoes cooked, and riced, mixed with cheese and onions and jalapenos, I sat down to start making 'em up. The Physical Terroris- I mean Therapist showed up and her first words were along the lines of, “Wow, the house smells great, again!” After she saw the first several things she had to check with my father she came into the kitchen and asked what I was making. I explained, and offered her a taste of the pierogie stuffing, which she liked. She’d never seen pierogies being made at home before, and was very intrigued. She’s a nice woman and a nice looking one. And we chatted while she was guiding my father through some exercises.
Anyways, I made up 102 pierogies, and was thinking that next time that she comes, I could offer her a small package of them. I don’t know whether she’s available, or married or what. I’d like to date her, but right now, just looking to break the ice, really. Is this too pushy, or just a nice thing to offer?
Yes! Go for it!! It’s a very nice thing, and not skeevy whatsoever. See if she’s wearing a ring. Give her the pierogies. Next time she comes, ask her how she likes them. Keep chatting her up. Go for it!
I would offer them simply because she’s worked well with your dad & because she seemed to enjoy them. I would be very careful to avoid looking like you’re in it for your own benefit; appearing to be self-serving is never a good thing.
Hm. I should’ve previewed; what I wrote above seems a bit…harsh. It’s really a very nice gesture - I’m just saying that I wouldn’t ask her about her status until she visits a few more times.
I think if she expressed interest in the food and was sincerely friendly with you go ahead and offer her some. It’s not like it’s a piece of jewelry or something, that’s blatantly courtship-ish. Just say, ‘hey, I ended up with tons more of these than I thought I would and I thought maybe you’d like to take some home to try.’ You can even finagle a question about her status in there if you’re good enough, by asking her ‘and how many people do you feed, do you think (x number) will be enough?’
I’ve been plying my physical therapist with Girl Scout cookies, but that’s blatant bribery on my part. She’s less tough on me if I distract her with food.
I wouldn’t think it was skeevy at all, she commented favorably so it’d be natural to share. Go for it!
Thanks all, for your kind wishes and advice. I appreciate it.
Cosmopolitan, don’t worry about me taking your comment the wrong way - I understand what you were trying to say. Thanks for the clarification, and don’t worry, I shan’t be more forward than the scenario belladonna suggests.
For which, of course, I specifically thanks belladonna.
It seems okay. One thing about PTs- there are a significant number that do not wear any rings because of hygiene. Washing your hands hundreds of times a day with a ring on can lead to chapped hands, and the ring gives water, and possibly germs a place to collect. So finding out how many periogi she will want may be your first clue. Unless she feels the same way about periogi that I do (how many can I lift = how many I wil try to eat).
The funny thing is that where I lived years ago a pastry shop opened a few months before I moved. Quickly I became addicted to their pierogies and would regularly get one full of some cabbage mix and one full of meat. I never realised that the casing was potato, but now that you mention it it is obvious.
Can you tell me what the other thing I was addicted to was? It was like a sugar dusted hot dog bun (but tasty) with some kind of rich exotic custard filling.
I just remembered one of my favourite courting stories.
A woman I know told me about her first date with her husband. They had been out a few times informally and she invited him round for dinner. He accepted but only on condition that he did the cooking because he was sure that he was a better cook than her. Jane is a self-confessed dud cook so she agreed. When he turned up to her place on Saturday night she opened the door to find him standing there with a suitcase.
“How long does he think he’s here for,” she thought.
He said hello and then headed into the kitchen to unpack all his herbs and spices, his cookware and his appliances. He had brought all the fresh ingredients that she didn’t have.
Twenty odd years later she loves to tell this story so I am sure that the way to a woman’s heart is via the stomach (not the direct route though - there are other detours).
