Of course we still had shit to buy on Christmas Eve, but luckily we were both off work. (This is almost never the case for Henry.) We hit up Arsenal Cider in Lawrenceville first to grab a growler of vanilla honey cider for my dad. Good thing we got there exactly when they opened, because within five minutes, the small room was quickly filling up with their douchey hipster clientele. Seriously, I find this is the worst thing about the place. But the cider is good enough to keep me coming back.
Afterward, we hit up Salem’s Market in the Strip District to pick up some spinach pies for Henry’s mom and sister.
Chooch thought everything looked disgusting and wasn’t afraid to say it to the faces of the men behind the counter. Meanwhile, I got a lentil soup that was quite delightful.
We came home to a box of presents from our awesome Michigan friends, Bill and Jessi. We stowed them all under the tree, except for the one that said “open fast!” beneath Henry’s name. We tore it open and found a half dozen Faygo cupcakes from Just Baked bakery in Livonia, Michigan. I have now learned what Henry can use in lieu of Viagra, should his future ever call for it. (For those who don’t know, Henry works for a beverage distributor here in Pittsburgh that deals with Faygo. He’s kind of like a God to all of my friends in other states who long for the taste of generic ‘hood-distributed soda but can no longer find it in their local shops. Henry will hook them up every time. Pretty much, it’s all he’s good for.)
They were damn good cupcakes. Even after being frozen preventatively by Bill and Jessi and then jostled and man-handled by so many in the shipping industry, they were still world’s better than those crappy abominations that Dozen here in Pittsburgh tries to pass off as cupcakes. These suckers were moist, the frosting was the perfect texture and consistency, and I could totally taste the Faygo. It was remarkable experience for my mouth. Next time we visit Bill and Jessi, I will definitely be stopping at Just Baked.