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Boy, is Grudgy embarrassed, but it’s too late, because Scar and Da Cow are already heading over to taste Stefan’s krapse…
which appear to be just as bald as he is
I’m not seeing any kind of wrapper or dough-skin in this dish, which is curious, but Da Cow seems to like it. Next in line is Lizzie Borden…
and her Hungarian Gumballs
It’s hard to tell what the judges are thinking about these here BordenBalls, because Scar and Da Cow don’t really say much about them…
at least, not with their mouths
We’ve reached Mouthy Carla, and once again she is speaking in a normal, measured tone of voice as she describes fufu and their African origins (and makes certain to mention she didn’t have time to read the reecipee)…
joo ar can see ayam have loozed mai websurf hand
yeah, this pretty much says F.U. to Africa
Da Cow says that maybe they’ll have to “put aside” the question of authenticity, which I suspect is Cowin-ese for “you’re on the bottom”. Mouthy says she wishes she had never finished this stupid dumpling, because if it tastes like it looks she’s gonna be “fried”. At least then the rest of her would finally match her hair.
Now it’s UniBall’s turn, and thanks to his freakish height, he was able to pluck the well-known Polish favorite, pierogi…
a.k.a. empanadas for white people
I actually know a thing or two about pierogi, only in our family the recipe was handed down from Prussian ancestors and they are called perogin. They are one of the few things I know how to make thanks to Mom-Mo teaching me. Perogin are made with a simple egg, water, salt and flour dough, rolled out, filled with seasoned ground beef or any number of cheeses (I have made pizza perogin using mozzarella and pepperoni), and then you seal them, boil them, drain them and fry them in oil. They are fucking delicious, but they are also really labor intensive and can take upwards of 8 hours to complete (Mom-Mo has it down to a science and can bust out a batch in about 4, so I usually let her make ‘em). Also, between the flour, boiling and then frying, your kitchen is guaranteed to be a horrible mess, so I highly recommend you call your mom to make them as well.