The dark side of Dyngus Day
By EMMA JANICKI | Apr. 22, 2014I remember when the school nurse in my elementary school pronounced my last name as 'ya-nin-ski.' I remember hating pierogies the first time I encountered the tiny pockets of dough, fried in butter and covered with onions. Like many Buffalonians, some of my ancestors came from Poland. Dyngus Day is a time when the red and white flags fly.










