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I was feeling down yesterday. Lots of stuff is swirling in my brain, and the bad things were outnumbering the good for a while. An encouraging message from Miriam helped, but I almost decided that I didn't want to deal with the cold outside to go on my usual walk with Lily. I'm glad I did anyway. As is often the case when I'm looking for reasons to not to do something fun, once I was actually in the moment, I had a wonderful time. Lily's boundless enthusiasm and excitement are infectious, if occasionally mildly irritating.
The two of us walked to Lincoln Park, climbing the old set of stairs I've posted photographs of before. We walked around the summit, then down a different set of stairs, then along a decaying brick sidewalk on one edge, back up a third set of stairs, and finally returned home via the first set. I like that route; I think we might do it again today.
Afterward, I roped![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
restoman into a paczki hunt, it being Fat Tuesday. The internet suggested a couple places that might have them here in Syracuse. The first one was a Polish restaurant and bakery called Eva's European Sweets. Glenn said their food is wonderful, and the woman behind the counter spoke with a heavy Polish accent. Score; these were going to be the real deal! Except she said they hadn't had time to make any that day. Sadness. The local bakery we tried next was a winner though!
There seems to be a little local language difference. In Chicago and Detroit, paczkis can be filled with all sorts of stuff. At the bakery, the employee pointed out the prune paczkis, and when I asked about lemon-filled paczkis, she said they have lemon-filled donuts, but those aren't paczkis. I didn't see an outward difference, and I was mildly concerned about the prune filling; I've never eaten prunes and was worried about flavor and texture. But I adventurously bought one because I wanted the 'authentic' experience. I got a lemon one too, partly to have a fall-back if I couldn't eat the prune version. As it turns out, the prune-filled paczki was entirely edible, and though it's not one of my favorite flavors, really not too bad. Glenn, who'd never heard of paczkis before I mentioned them, enjoyed his too. I've introduced him to both Japanese sushi and Polish donuts now! I still have to get some Turkish delight for him to try before I leave though....
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Woah; wait. This is weird. I'm the adventurous eater who's getting zir friend to try strange new things. I may have slipped into an alternate universe somewhere along the line.
The two of us walked to Lincoln Park, climbing the old set of stairs I've posted photographs of before. We walked around the summit, then down a different set of stairs, then along a decaying brick sidewalk on one edge, back up a third set of stairs, and finally returned home via the first set. I like that route; I think we might do it again today.
Afterward, I roped
restoman into a paczki hunt, it being Fat Tuesday. The internet suggested a couple places that might have them here in Syracuse. The first one was a Polish restaurant and bakery called Eva's European Sweets. Glenn said their food is wonderful, and the woman behind the counter spoke with a heavy Polish accent. Score; these were going to be the real deal! Except she said they hadn't had time to make any that day. Sadness. The local bakery we tried next was a winner though!There seems to be a little local language difference. In Chicago and Detroit, paczkis can be filled with all sorts of stuff. At the bakery, the employee pointed out the prune paczkis, and when I asked about lemon-filled paczkis, she said they have lemon-filled donuts, but those aren't paczkis. I didn't see an outward difference, and I was mildly concerned about the prune filling; I've never eaten prunes and was worried about flavor and texture. But I adventurously bought one because I wanted the 'authentic' experience. I got a lemon one too, partly to have a fall-back if I couldn't eat the prune version. As it turns out, the prune-filled paczki was entirely edible, and though it's not one of my favorite flavors, really not too bad. Glenn, who'd never heard of paczkis before I mentioned them, enjoyed his too. I've introduced him to both Japanese sushi and Polish donuts now! I still have to get some Turkish delight for him to try before I leave though....
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Woah; wait. This is weird. I'm the adventurous eater who's getting zir friend to try strange new things. I may have slipped into an alternate universe somewhere along the line.