Baba was Ukrainian, Papa was Russian: A tale of two dumplings

No matter where I am in the world, all it takes is to make a batch of dumplings and I’m transported back to another place and time, more peaceful times, around the oak dining table in the red-brick bungalow my grandfather built in Blacktown in the western suburbs of Sydney. It’s the late 1970s. Out …

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