The problem is we are not eating food anymore, we are eating food-like products. —Alejandro Junger
If there were ever a time to effect change in the food world, it is now. —Melissa Rodriguez
The IACP (International Association of Culinary Professionals) conference and awards ceremony took place this past weekend in New York City and while I could not attend, I did follow closely on Twitter. The above quote was one that popped up in my feed and it really struck me.
Growing up, my favourite activity was reading. It wasn’t uncommon to find me with my nose in a book and my mind lost in between its pages. If I wasn’t reading a book, then I could have been found in the library, going through the rows and rows of books looking for the perfect stack to come home with.
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Before she was born, before we even knew that pears were her favourite fruit, we planted two pear trees.
Today’s recipe is a not-so-typical smoothie recipe. All you need for this recipe are about half of a lime, some milk and any type of sweetener. How does this become a smoothie?
In the dead of winter, when even my much cared for indoor herbs appear to have lost all hope, nature brings us sunshine in the form of citrus fruit from the world over. As we prepare to hail in a new year, the season of citrus harvest begins. What better way to mark this occasion than with my family’s favourite waffle recipe: lemon ricotta waffles. Plus, I still have some frozen wild blueberries in my freezer. How about some blueberry-orange sauce to drizzle over the waffles? The fruits of a year gone by paired with the fruits of a newly arrived one… what a perfect way to ring in the new year! Happy New Year friends!
There’s something about autumn that wakes up our senses and reminds us to live. -Unknown
Autumn, here in Montréal, arrives gently. First the trees are tinged with colour, and then slowly over the weeks, they transform into creatures of gold and red. First the nights get cooler and gradually that carries into the day. Then, as gently as she arrived, autumn fades away, usually under a blanket of snow. Her purpose, fulfilled.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. -Khalil Gibran
It’s time to say good-bye to our beloved Île d’Orléans strawberries until the next growing season. When I was growing up, strawberry season lasted about a month. One month. Can you believe that?! Present day, thanks to advances in farming techniques, we get to enjoy local strawberries until October! Despite a longer season though, these little wonders will surely be missed.
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance- pray you, love, remember. And there is pansies, that’s for thought. -William Shakespeare
I love summer mornings when I can wake up with the sunrise and the world (it seems), as well as my loves, are still asleep and quiet. And I have time to sort out my thoughts. I do this best in my kitchen while measuring and weighing, mixing ingredients and watching something great come together.
In this quiet solitude, I take out my hurts and pains; so many shades of blue. I weigh and measure them as I do my ingredients. Some remain raw and heavy as they were the day they happened and I sink them quickly into the deepest, darkest oceans of my thought. In these quiet mornings, I look for answers. That never seem to come. But a walk in my garden always lifts me up; on dew laden grass, barefoot. I hear bird songs over scents of rosemary. I see the miracles of petals and leaves, and small creatures, and the beauty of life and decay and the fragility of it all.
Life is fragile. We are fragile. And we damage easily. But the thing about life is that another morning still comes and begins a new day with a new sunrise and if we are lucky enough to have that, then we should be grateful and make the most of it; weighing and measuring what we have and making something great out of it. Continue reading “shades of blue: breakfast blueberry oatmeal muffins”