Perishky Class with Birthday Oma

Later this month my mom will be turning 80 years old.

 I can hardly believe it myself!

In honor of her special day, her grandchildren planned an early party -

a taco dinner at the lakehouse.

Upon arrival they found out the well pump was broken 

so they all ended up at Abe's house next door, 

where mom probably feels more at home now anyways.

I visited the party via pictures that Shaun took and saw how pretty the table was prepared.

It looks wonderful! 

And just as they had to show their Oma how to eat tacos,

she was told that the after dinner activity would entail 

a surprise Perishky-making class taught by her.

From my guess this picture shows her reaction.

All the supplies were brought along.
I sent along five batches of ready made pastry to help speed the process.

The lesson began with how to cut up the fruit and how to mix a batch of dough.

Next, everyone got a piece of pre-made pastry to roll out.

Looking through the photos I had to smile at how I could reiterate her words.

I'm sure she is explaining how the dough has to be shaped into a square 

in order to roll it into a square.

And the rolling began.

Here she is correcting/helping someone get it square.

 Next, the rolled out pastry got cut into smaller squares 

and she demonstrated the filling and pinching.

Love this!

Adding the sugar/cornstarch/flour mix.

And pinching them closed.

I was surprised they opted for these finicky small pockets,

as opposed to the long ones that we call pie-by-the-yard.

But they did well.

This photo, and others like it, also made me laugh. 

For one whose vision is poor, she could see quite well

when she saw a Perishky that was not pinched correctly.

The sheets were filled

and ovens in both houses were used

to keep up.

It was a night that I'm sure everyone, who was there, will remember for a long time.

And those who could not be there were missed!

Thank you, Kristal, for taking on the role of "eldest granddaughter"

(in the absence of Julene) and planning this memorable evening!

The first glimpses I saw, for some reason, brought tears to my eyes,

Thank you, Shaun for the photos -

too bad you did not get into any of them.

Thank you to my nieces and nephews for honoring Oma in this way.

My guess is that  this family recipe will not die off too soon.