What We Ate Over the Weekend

My mother was the bierock queen.

If you never have tasted these little meat-and-cabbage bundles of heaven, you must not have lived near any of the pockets of Bohemian descendants that made up my childhood stompin' grounds. Bierocks are delectable, easy, freezable and one of my dad's favorite foods, the special meal he requests for his birthdays.

During my respite at the farm I whipped up a double batch, using this recipe but substituting frozen bread dough and turning an all-day process into an easy hour of cooking. (Make the filling. Let three loaves of frozen dough thaw in the refrigerator over night, cut each loaf into eight slices, roll, fill, seal, bake.Voila.)

They weren't as good as Mom's, of course, but Dad was most appreciative. We ate some for lunch straight out of the oven and the rest went into the freezer. I left knowing he would have at least a few upcoming meals that were healthy and homemade.

Unlike Boy#1's lunch that same day, purchased before the football game at the Texas State Fair:

Fried Latte

Oh, my.