Back in the US

Been away so long I hardly knew the place
Gee, it’s good to be back home
~The Beatles

Canada is great, but it always feels good to come back home. Even after a quick lunch in Chinatown.

We got really lucky. When Little Miss Fussy and I pulled up to the dragon beard candy shop, they were pulling fresh morsels. That meant our first bite in Canada was exactly what we wanted. Then we made it into Maison Kim Fung and scored a dish of silken tofu pudding, which is now a favorite of both my daughter and myself. After walking off lunch, we went back to Chinatown for some sweet baked buns.

By that point, there was no more sugar being pulled into magical powder white threads. And sadly, one of our favorite bakeries was no longer in business. But you take the good with the bad.

It was hard to leave, with so much left uneaten, but that’s how it goes. Plus we needed to make it to Vermont for dinner and Maple Creemees with friends. Which brings us to today.

Today is my mother’s birthday!

If you like this blog, you can thank her for giving birth to its author. If you don’t like it, you might want to keep that criticism to yourself, because she’s my staunchest supporter. Usually, there’s a big family thing on July 5 in celebration of the day. But this year, she’s spending it quietly with her husband. That’s one of the things that made this last minute trip possible.

I hope she’s has a great day, filled with love, laughter, beauty, and deliciousness.

My day is kind of an open question. Here we are in Burlington, me and my daughter, and at the end of the day we’ve got to return to Albany. There is only so much we can eat, and there are only so many beers I can bring back home.

However, since we’re mostly hanging with friends, I won’t have time to adequately research the optionis. These are the challenges of last minute travel plans.

The joys of last minute travel plans is that you unexpectedly spend the evening with the parents of your childhood friend. Well, there’s that and creating a lifetime of memories.

Remember that time we drove to Montreal for candy?
How could I ever forget.