Yesterday, I began my annual trip to Canada. I hopped a plane to Detroit (by way of Baltimore) to visit Barbie. She picked me up at the airport and we made our way across the border. After we entered Canada I confessed I was pretty hungry so we pulled off in a border town and I convinced Barbie to stop at a random strip mall pizza joint. Mostly I wanted to stop there because I was curious about their sign.
What in the world is a Puffio?! I mean, c’mon who isn’t curious by that? It’s either something I’ve never heard of, or it’s some Canadian-ism for something I know by another name. Either way, it’s a cultural learning experience potential, and I never turn those down! Turns out a puffio is different from a panzerotti according to the nice lady inside (what is a panzerotti??). After ordering two “kids-sized” puffios with our choice of ingredients, we discovered two things:
1. A puffio is a deep fried calzone
2. “Kids size” must also be metric in Canada because it was HUGE.
After stuffing ourselves with yummy fried goodness (it was actually good despite the fried factor), we got back on the road. Soon after we were on our way, it started SNOWING! Yes, snow. It wasn’t much more than a dusting and didn’t stick to the road, but it was enough to make driving confusing. So, in the middle of October, I’ve had my first snow experience. Yay, Canada.