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Blueberry Banana Smoothie — When Sarah Said the Pierogi Tasted Like Summer

April Fools' Day, which I celebrated by doing nothing because I'm not twelve. Although I did briefly consider posting an Instagram photo of pierogi filled with gummy bears, just to watch Mrs. Wojcik's blood pressure spike. The blog post fallout continues. Milwaukee Eats asked if I want to write a monthly column. A monthly column. About Polish food and brewing and cooking like a regular guy from Bay View. I said yes so fast I think I broke the sound barrier. The first column will run in May. I've been thinking about what to write — not just a recipe, but a story. The short rib pierogi post worked because it wasn't just "here's how to make pierogi." It was "here's why these pierogi exist, here's whose hands taught mine, here's the love that goes into the dough." That's what people responded to. Not the food. The story behind the food. Babcia understood this instinctively. She never just handed you a plate. She told you where the recipe came from — her mother, her aunt, a neighbor in the old country. Every dish had a origin story. Every meal was a chapter. I'm starting to think that's what I'm supposed to do: tell the stories. Make the food. Let people taste the narrative. At the brewery, the Midnight Mass doppelbock is in development. It's a complex brew — heavy grain bill, long boil, extended lagering period. It won't be ready until November at the earliest, which means I'm planning six months ahead, which is the most adult thing I've ever done. Made Babcia's Easter pierogi this week for Palm Sunday dinner at the Cape Cod — the full trinity: potato and cheese, sauerkraut, and sweet blueberry. The sweet ones were the star, as always. Cousin Mikey's wife Sarah, who is not Polish and approaches Polish food with the cautious enthusiasm of an anthropologist, had three sweet pierogi and said, "These taste like summer." She's right. Farmer's cheese and blueberry in butter is summer distilled into a dumpling. Also: I got a new phone. Finally. The cracked iPhone has been replaced. My food photos will no longer look like they were taken through a spider web.

Sarah’s three-word review of the sweet blueberry pierogi — “These taste like summer” — has been living rent-free in my head all week. She nailed it. Farmer’s cheese and blueberry sautéed in butter is summer distilled into dough, and I kept thinking about how to chase that feeling on a random Tuesday when I’m not rolling out pierogi for a Palm Sunday crowd. This blueberry banana smoothie is the answer — same bright, jammy blueberry energy, no dumpling-folding required. Think of it as Babcia’s spirit animal in a glass.

Blueberry Banana Smoothie

Prep Time: 5 min | Cook Time: 0 min | Total Time: 5 min | Servings: 2

Ingredients

  • 1 cup fresh or frozen blueberries
  • 1 large ripe banana, sliced (frozen works great)
  • 1 cup plain yogurt or vanilla yogurt
  • 1/2 cup milk (dairy or non-dairy)
  • 1 tablespoon honey (optional, to taste)
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 4–5 ice cubes (omit if using frozen fruit)

Instructions

  1. Prep the fruit. If using fresh blueberries and a fresh banana, toss them into the blender along with the ice cubes. If using frozen fruit, skip the ice — you’ve already got built-in chill.
  2. Add the base. Pour in the yogurt, milk, vanilla extract, and honey if you’re using it. The yogurt gives it that creamy, slightly tangy body that makes the blueberry flavor pop.
  3. Blend. Blend on high for 45–60 seconds until completely smooth. Scrape down the sides once if needed and hit it again for 10 seconds.
  4. Taste and adjust. Give it a quick taste. More honey if you want sweeter; a splash more milk if it’s too thick for your liking.
  5. Pour and serve. Divide between two glasses and serve immediately. Optional: a few fresh blueberries on top for the photo — especially now that I have a phone that isn’t cracked.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 210 | Protein: 7g | Fat: 3g | Carbs: 41g | Fiber: 3g | Sodium: 85mg

Jake Kowalski
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Jake Kowalski
Week 158 of Jake’s 30-year story · Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Jake is a twenty-nine-year-old brewery worker, newlywed, and proud Polish-American from Milwaukee's Bay View neighborhood. He didn't start cooking until his grandmother Babcia Helen passed away and left behind a stack of grease-stained recipe cards. Now he makes pierogi from scratch, smokes meats on a balcony smoker his landlord pretends not to notice, and writes for guys who want to cook good food but don't know a roux from a rub.

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