Not gonna lie, J and I probably enjoyed the food more than Miss C-Jaz, minus the crowd that could have been mistaken for a herd of international wild animals. We were actually on the way to find the zoo, but as we walked from the train station looking for a taxi lineup, we walked into a plethora of tents housing foods from various countries on this side of the world. But not to digress, the flavours and the ingredients were amazing! We couldn't get enough, but we just had too much, and yes, J's stomach kinda payed for it in the end. It's not as bad though as mixing all different kinds of alcohol then ending with a few shots of tequila, so I'm told ;)
The Australian mushrooms were cooked in a creamy tomato sauce with onions. The Spanish paella had a nice kick to it with colorful veggies and chicken all mixed up in the rice, which we followed with churros all sugared up. C-Jaz enjoyed them evident of the icing sugar sprinkled all over her green raincoat and pasted onto her face. Then, it was time to try the Polish perogies stuffed with potatoes and white cheese perfectly crisped along the edges. The French crepes were made on the spot, and C-Jaz and I had it with fresh applesauce and cinnamon served with a true French accent from the chef. I finally bought Apple strudels for home, thinking this was a great feast until we passed by scalloped potatoes cooked with cream, bacon, and (stinky) cheese. That brought us to a dead end as we headed for home. There was no room for Italian and French pastries or chocolates.
Just bring on the food coma and afternoon nap. We did have a nice little walk on the way home, and we did get our nap, only to wake to J's brilliant idea of BBQing burgers, which were better than any restaurant burger I've had (craving one now): juicy, thick, flavourful!
I was pleasantly surprised that Miss C-Jaz enjoyed the food festival. Before we started our walk, we passed by the training store to pick up some protein powder. She saw a box for an exercise ball, which had a picture of a woman posing with ball. The entire way home walking on the sidewalk, C-Jaz would stop almost every 30 seconds to hold the pose: legs shoulder width apart and bent at the knees, her back nice and straight with her arms held outstretched parallel to the ground. Nice form, I might add. She had the biggest smile on her face knowing she could make us laugh and smile each time. She did this with a diaper full of poop, only complaining about it once we arrived home.
All fresh after a diaper change, our tummies pleasantly filled, it was time for Miss C-Jaz's nap, and not gonna lie, we joined her. What a great day!
Nothing is easy but the hardships last only a moment to make way for the memories that last forever. I went from 1 bachoochie to 2 bachoochies and still feel like a new mom. I aim to live each ordinary day extraordinarily well...
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BACHOOCHIE
Pronounced BAH-CHEW-CHEE, it was a nickname my sister called her first-ever niece, Miss C-Jaz. According to urbandictionary.dom, this term is used to express "an absolutely wonderful bum". And that she is, myBachoochie, my little bum cheeks.