Delicious Weekend

I knew I had a good weekend when I looked through my photos this morning and realized they were all of food. Friday Pants took me on a little date to Grand Trunk Pub downtown. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but it only took two guesses to figure it out. We ate fried pickles and veggie sandwiches along with local beer and listened to some guy tell us about wearing snowboard gear so he could ride his bike from Woodbridge all the way downtown.

Saturday afternoon was for meetings, but I managed to squeeze in a mini date for a trip to the fancy beer store and vegan chocolate peanut butter ice cream in a waffle cone. After site designs and rigging for our black Friday show was squared away I met Mandy and Mae downtown for dinner. Finally got to see Mandy’s cute little apartment complete with a wall of windows, a tiny stove and tons of security guards. I’d move down there in a second if I didn’t have this whole mortgage thing going on.

For dinner we hoppedĀ  over to Le Petit Zinc, a tiny French cafe in Corktown. I had a mushroom crepe, which I made disappear in an instant, and when the server came back to ask about dessert I couldn’t resist a Nutella crepe too. They served water in wine bottles and canning jars and tea in big bowls.

Sunday I loaded piglet into the car, picked up Pants and headed to my parents for a pierogi party. It’s family tradition passed down from my great grandmother to her granddaughters and then to me and my cousins. We let Pants in on the family secret and he helped us roll dough and fill the pierogi before promptly passing out on the couch. The rest of my very loud and rambunctious family showed up around three and by the time everyone arrived we had seven dishes of potato/cheese & sauerkraut/cottage cheese pierogi. There is always a good amount of shit talking over whose dough is most tender and filling is most flavorful. My cousin got an earfull for using instant potatoes, but his blend of four cheese made them pretty damn good.

Next up in competitive family traditions…gingerbread houses!

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7 Comments

  1. Michelle says:

    Pierogi people unite! My grandfather was born in Poland and immigrated to Canada before he turned 18 so he could join the Canadian Forces to fight in WWII. We weren’t blood related (he married my mom 25 years after my dad was born) but hey… I consider myself Polish. :)

  2. Mae Lu says:

    THE BEST EVENING.
    B3 evenings are always the best way to spend time together.

    xx{ish}.,
    Mae Lu @ ~thereafterish.!

  3. Kiley says:

    What a fun tradition! Aaaaand, now I’m hungry.

  4. gingermandy says:

    Holy schitt that’s a lot of pierogis! Jealous.

    I also never realized how many security guards are runnin’ my building until the other day. MILLIONS.

  5. Angie says:

    I love this! Your competitive piergoi baking family sounds so fun. ;) I love a good piergoi!

    I was wondering, what is your heritage? My wife has a very loud Italian family. ^_^ And mine… well, mine were just loud. Period. :P

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