Poutine

The word of the day for the @thegfw February challenge. Poutine: a vile concoction of fries, curds and gravy. ( I was born in 🇨🇦 — so I’m allowed to shit on poutine.) And Poutine: a vile excuse of a man whose illegal invasion of Ukraine is nearly one year old.

Yes, Poutine is how the French spell his name. Spelling it our way, Putin, would result in a French pronunciation too close to a swear word for diplomatic niceties. So back in the early aughts, Putin became Poutine in French.

Who would have thought then that this Poutine would cause so much death, strife and terror that even the Doomsday Clock would notice?

Putain, indeed.

Here are some perogis from last March. Made at a @zuzazakcooks #cookforukraine #perogisforpeace workshop. Last March, when Poutine’s war was new, and compassion and outrage were high….but now it’s 345 days old and let’s not forget that it’s still happening — people are still being killed, cities are still being bombed, families are still being torn apart, children are still hungry, livelihoods are being destroyed, dreams are being crushed, a country is being murdered.

Like I said: putain, indeed.