Publication date: June 2, 2010
Publication: Vue Weekly
Up until now I’ve been a bad Ukrainian. Sure I Ukrainian danced as a kid, but the only words I know how to speak in my grandparent’s language are the words of food I have hoovered over the years, but never taken the time to learn how to make.
My mother isn’t Ukrainian, but she did her best over the years to keep a good supply of Babas who would keep our freezer stocked with a steady supply of traditional treats. Ruth Hamaliuk first entered my life about 10 years ago and introduced my taste buds to some of the best perogies I’ve ever had; she has been my adoptive Baba ever since.