It’s so daunting to return from a vacation and be asked, “How was your trip?” I never know what to talk about. Do I give a general overcap? Do I give a lengthy play-by-play? Do I talk about the interpersonal dynamics among our family and analyze particular conflicts from each member’s perspective? Do I just promise that I’ll be posting pictures/blogging about it in the future, and tell them to stay tuned? (I have attempted each of these already.)
There’s never a good place to start! I decided to start with the food, mostly because I’m obsessed with this photo.
Isn’t this proof that my family knows what we’re doing? Don’t you want to BE us in this moment, at this table?
This was one of the last days of our trip, so we had hit a stride, lunch-wise. Let me back up a bit.
Our first day looked like this:
Karen gave me a detailed list of what she did last year in Seattle, which was both thorough and practical: “You can see these three things in one morning, since they’re in the same area.” “If the weather is clear, you MUST go up the space needle.” “When you go to the Public Market, EAT A PIROSHKY!” Since I had no idea what a piroshky was, I asked for more details. They were somewhat indescribable, as a food item. Her description reminded me of the first time I had an empanada after being told, at 2am on the DC streets by a drunk girl, that it was “like a warm pocket of LOVE!”
Karen stumbled upon the piroshky stand – near the original Starbucks, but significantly less crowded – her first day in the city, and returned multiple times because it was a cheap and yummy meal option.
So, let’s recap: affordable, unknown food in a convenient, non-crowded location, delicious enough to warrant a return visit? That is everything we love! Our very first Public Market goal was to find this piroshky stand.
We found it. Duh.
Now, check out all these options! Sweet! Savory! Flaky! Doughy! How were we supposed to choose? We went with our strengths – Mom asked for the spinach, egg, and cheese (aka the most healthy option), I choose a cinnamon cardamom roll (sweet and complex), and Dad went for bavarian sausage AND something that had rice and mushrooms and some meat option (aka Man Food).
Sidebar: notice how I already forget what we ate? This is why I should have taken notes, and more pictures, and why I’m talking about the food now before I forget even more!
Here’s one more picture. It doesn’t explain what was in the final piroshky, though it had flavors that reminded me of African or Moroccan dishes.
We took our bag of (what is the plural of piroshky?) to the waterfront, sat at a table, and sampled every option, choosing our favorites, calling dibs on last bites. We left a few crumbs for the birds, and started wandering the rest of the market.
I’ll have to tell you about that later, though, because it’s nearly my bedtime.