They met at noon on Sunday but we are slow pokes on the weekend. I knew we would not make it to the hall at 805 East Pender Street in time and I was right!
It was another typical crummy dark and rainy November day in Vancouver. Perfect conditions for comfort food!
In fact, as we descended down the stairs we heard boisterous voices greet us and the temperature rose 15 degrees! Everything went from grey and depressing to technicolor deliciousness.
We could not help but feel cheerful and happy surrounded by so many people enjoying pierogies, borsht, sausages…
The gentleman next to me went on a bit of a tangent about how people today have to photograph every mundane moment of their lives. I am sorry but is there anything mundane about these stunning sausages and cabbage rolls?
Or glistening pierogies topped with a large mountain of golden onions? Not in my world. Ever.
It is lovely to get to go out to lunch on a blech Sunday and be surrounded by elements that are so similar to my mom’s cultural heritage. It was like getting a big warm hug from the other side.
I can think of nothing more magical in the world of food.
Mundane my foodie ass!