I don't know how to answer that?

A couple of weeks ago, we went to Cleveland for a long weekend for a mid-winter family picnic.  J's family are a fun bunch, mostly central European stock.  The hotel we selected was only a couple of miles from the Pierogi shop.  Always a fun place.  

We took J's mother out to dinner one time and I ordered Ravioli, she was curious what it was.  I showed her, she tried one, and said, "why don't they just call them Pierogi, like everyone else?"  I miss Lill.