...as my dad would say. come to think of it, i have no idea where that phrase comes from. but i figured it would be props to him on father's day (one day late). i will have to ask him about it when he and my mom come NEXT WEEK! we are just a little excited, to say the least.
so this post is dedicated to food, since the anderson army does indeed march on it's stomach.
the food situation started out a bit dire. the first place we discovered to shop was basically a 7-11...or a "depanneur." milk, oj, peanut butter, wine...you know, the necessities. we kept thinking that we felt like we were camping a bit. bring on the s'mores.
then we discovered a french bakery, and the situation improved drastically. who knew that a certain 2-year-old would chow down on brie and french bread?
the supermarket is around two miles round trip, so we only go there for the things unattainable elsewhere...i.e. diapers. which, by the way, are practically impossible to find in newborn sizes for our especially petite 8-week old. canadians must either have 15-pound babies or potty train really, really early.
we managed to orchestrate the perfect family dinner out last night... besides the fact that it was at 6pm, which, as many of you know, is not really bob's and my style. we're more 8pm people. but i digress. we walked into vieux-montreal (old montreal for you non-natives) and then sat outside overlooking the place jacques-cartier. the food was good (paninis and a very american grilled cheese, toddler style), and wes was entertained by clowns, flame-throwers, and music all along the road that is closed off, sort of covent garden-style. then we got ice cream and ate it as we walked home. beautiful, cool-ish weather after rain a lot of the day. happy kids, happy parents.
wish i had a video of bob ordering a pizza on our first night here. somehow communicating "supreme pizza" to a chinese man who spoke french as his second language (english as a distant third) was lost in translation. instead we got a cheese pizza with a big pepper in the middle.
tortellini with vodka sauce for dinner tonight, maybe we'll progress to lobster and baked alaska before we leave...
3 comments:
Wes clearly is a sophisticated guy - trucks, cars, brie and french bread, what more could an almost-3-year old want?
The army-on-its stomach quote is (appropriately in French Canada!) attributed to Napoleon, and he knew about that kind of thing.
Sounds like the Andersons are hitting all the food groups!
Wow! Where do you buy the stuff for tortellini with lobster sauce?
bff, how i wish i were there. because i would be your personal shopper. my primary job there would be to stock your condo with itsy bitsy diapers for gwads and LOTS of toys (american or not) for weshead.
and i would search the place high and low for a canadian handbag to really lift your spirits.
do i say this everytime? how often can i tell you how much i miss you without being tagged a stalker or single white female of sorts?
well, i miss you.
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