One generation’s chore becomes the next generation’s tradition. Somebody hated making those pierogi by hand once.

What one generation experienced as a tedious obligation, the next receives as something warm and chosen, because they got the ritual without the duty. The person folding dough for four hours was not feeling sentimental about it. Time converted the chore into a tradition, and the conversion is invisible while you are the one doing the work.

If your family has one of these, learn to do it properly from the person who still can. Complain about it as much as you like. The complaining turns out to be part of the tradition too.