Monday, July 21, 2014

Food festivaling

We have tasted Saskatchewan and IT IS DELICIOUS.

(A lot of it is fried, also.)

Are you excited for your first food festival, Geneva? No? Ok, well, hold my walking snacks for me, though.

We got there well before Joel on Thursday.

We didn't mind the wait. There was live music, and Snuggles got a balloon.

Fly up into the air, Snuggles! (Don't worry, he isn't actually flying.)

We got the butter chicken and samosa, but with naan instead of rice because come on, I can make rice.

That samosa is for everyone, Eleanor.

We got the dry ribs, a repeat from last year, because it is a heap of lot of dry, salty, delicious meat.

'Are you dipping like me, daddy?' Eleanor just wants everyone to be doing everything together, all the time.

Fried green tomatoes, with shrimp remoulade. 'Don't eat the tail, dad. It is like a stem. We don't eat the stem of the shrimp.'

Fish and chips, yesssss, yessss.

Fried banana, of course.

You dip it in the ice cream.

'It's ok if you get a bit messy, dad.' It is, Eleanor. In fact, if you don't get a bit messy, you're probably doing it wrong.

Joel worked Saturday, so we had to wait til he got home before biking down because I can't fit both girls in the trailer. The agony. The baked potato pulled pork poutine was surprisingly disappointing for something that has so many words that I like in it.

The mushrooms stuffed with Cajun crab were better.


Eleanor ate the littlest one ('Because I am just little!') and the biggest one ('Because I am sooooo biiiiiiiig.').

The 'mini fried' is a selection of crispy cheese wontons and fried scallops. Obviously.

BBQ'd corn with lime butter? Yes'm.

Eleanor wouldn't touch the African lentils, and I let her not touch them because they were hella spicy (and fantastic).

The macarons, though.

Eat tiny bites, Eleanor, because we all have to share.

Joel got the saskatoon berry pie because when in Rome, etc, but I'm never all that jazzed about it. Saskatoons are like the blueberry's homely cousin.

All that fine dining got Eleanor's blood up.

Behave yourself, child.

Joel worked Sunday also, and we waffled about going but it was the last day. I went to get some souvlaki or something but got distracted by the coconut curry combo.

Get evvvvvery last rice, Eleanor.

Joel went to get the loaded poutine, but they ran OUT when he was, like, three people from the front of the line, so he got the spicy chicken combo instead.

'Do you like crispy things, mum? Because I like crispy things.'

We got the channa masala but they were out of samosas and had to give us rice on the side instead, which, OK FINE, Spicy Bite, you make amazing rice. Also, Sunday turned out unintentionally rice-heavy.

We ended with one more fried banana, as is fitting.

Dance us off, Eleanor.


Amanda said...

haha, my Eleanor has that very same dress! It is adorable. Also, you have made me VERY HUNGRY.

Reading Rambo said...

I cannot even. I CANNOT. Because I want all of the food. All of it. You can mail it to me thankyouiaccept.

Vasilly said...

I think once the girls are older, you should start a food blog. I always want to eat after coming here. Well, eat and have a baby. :-) If you send food to Reading Rambo, (especially that spicy crispy chicken stuff,) send some my way too!