Status: Complete (for eternity)
Before adding this item to my list (because of my insistence on Matt that he needed to try homemade perogies - the real thing - the kind that only Ukrainian baba's (grandma's) can truly master), I forgot how difficult, time-consuming, tedious, and irrepressibly drab and awful making perogies from scratch is.
First of all.....who has the time to pound dough into submission? 18th century Ukrainians, that's who. When there were no mindless sitcoms to be watched or cars to be driven or Facebook to be frequented, Ukrainians in the vast Canadian prairies loved a good knead.
And the tiresome number of steps required! I had to boil the potatoes to mash them, and then, after completed the unforgiving act of filling each circle of dough and sealing each little perogy so incredibly meticulously that they could not be penetrated by neither air nor any force meeker than a nuclear holocaust, I had to boil the damn things again! Can't we save a step here? Cut out the middle man? It's 2008, for Christ's sake!
But in the end, I think Matt enjoyed them. (After I fried them up for him, yet another cooking step in these demanding, ungrateful bites of Ukrainian deliciousness.) I should advise him not to get too attached though, I won't be making these when I'm a trophy wife. I can't afford to ruin my pretty hands pulverizing dough.
Monday, 28 January 2008
Saturday, 19 January 2008
46. Take Matt to Flin Flon.
Status: Taken.
After seemingly continuous dramas over whether he would be able to grace my hometown with his presence or not (and undoubtedly raise the class level considerably), Matt finally touched down at the world-renowned Flin Flon International (haha) airport on Saturday, Dec.28. And despite the wintery landscape and temperature, he didn't run screaming back onto the plane! (I attribute this to me not hiding behind a pillar this time.) He stayed for a whole week! Which is more than I can say for the majority of tourists to my dreary, cold, barren, and teenage pregnancy'd hometown. (Though I do love it, because it is mine.)
We were fairly lazy the entire time (read: I was very lazy), but the few outings we did partake in included going out for dinner with my family New Years Eve, taking a walk on the lake and walking Miss Jasper around the trail, going for a tour around town to delight in my sketchy driving and exclusive commentary (ex - "I don't know what this is, I don't know what that's for, where are we?"), going to a Bomber game, and skating on my outdoor rink at night, under the stars.
Matt also may or may not have gone snowmobiling and ice-fishing, but such alleged activities will not be mentioned here due to licensing laws.
Matt survived the experience of my town, and of "meeting the parents" very well (apart from the one slip-up where he mentioned to my mother that pizza is great "hangover food"). I really hope that he enjoyed it, and wasn't too scared off!
I will be adding "Take Matt to Flin Flon IN SUMMER" to my next list. The difference? More mosquitoes.
After seemingly continuous dramas over whether he would be able to grace my hometown with his presence or not (and undoubtedly raise the class level considerably), Matt finally touched down at the world-renowned Flin Flon International (haha) airport on Saturday, Dec.28. And despite the wintery landscape and temperature, he didn't run screaming back onto the plane! (I attribute this to me not hiding behind a pillar this time.) He stayed for a whole week! Which is more than I can say for the majority of tourists to my dreary, cold, barren, and teenage pregnancy'd hometown. (Though I do love it, because it is mine.)
We were fairly lazy the entire time (read: I was very lazy), but the few outings we did partake in included going out for dinner with my family New Years Eve, taking a walk on the lake and walking Miss Jasper around the trail, going for a tour around town to delight in my sketchy driving and exclusive commentary (ex - "I don't know what this is, I don't know what that's for, where are we?"), going to a Bomber game, and skating on my outdoor rink at night, under the stars.
Matt also may or may not have gone snowmobiling and ice-fishing, but such alleged activities will not be mentioned here due to licensing laws.
Matt survived the experience of my town, and of "meeting the parents" very well (apart from the one slip-up where he mentioned to my mother that pizza is great "hangover food"). I really hope that he enjoyed it, and wasn't too scared off!
I will be adding "Take Matt to Flin Flon IN SUMMER" to my next list. The difference? More mosquitoes.
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