You may want to grab a cup of coffee and sit a while. I have lots to say today. 🙂
So Thanksgiving has come and gone in Canada. What a wonderful weekend. It was beautiful. Cool nights, days warm enough for long sleeves and no jackets, autumn colours, lots to do… and food. Good, good food. Continue reading
No, I am not retracting my comment on pumpkin spice everything. But what can I say? It’s that time of year. When you’re buying local produce in Niagara in October, there is a gloriously obvious bounty of pumpkins and squashes to be had. Rich in fibre and vitamin A, and useful in everything from soups to sides to dessert, they really are a fabulous food to take advantage of. Continue reading
Every time I get knee-deep in autumn inspiration, it turns warm again. Not hot, thankfully, but the kids are in shorts and a couple of our ceiling fans are on. But it’s too late for me. I’m hopelessly giddy that October is here. Thanksgiving is right around the corner (Canadian blogger, remember), the leaves have begun to turn, and my favourite month has arrived, kicking off my favourite quarter of the year!
Can’t you just hear the festive tune? Seriously. It’s pumpkin spice madness out there, I tell you. I’m pretty sure someone will be coming out with pumpkin spice insoles soon. But can I let you in on a secret…? Continue reading
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Do you have a “culinary bucket list?” I kind of do. Things that I either haven’t made, but want to, or haven’t tasted, but either want to or have been told that I should. I had an experience this weekend that falls into the latter, and has given me a new chapter in my edible journey. Continue reading
I was all set to post that autumn is in the air. Then yesterday happened. The hottest day of summer so far. After a week or so of refreshingly cool temps and a decidedly moderate summer overall. Today was equally muggy and hot, but at least there has been a breeze. We will return to reasonable weather by Friday. Continue reading
I can still remember coming home from grade school each September and smelling tomatoes stewing from the sidewalk. Owing to her Italian heritage, my mother would freeze jars of stewed tomatoes every year. As a kid, I never really liked the rather overwhelming smell of cooked tomatoes as it washed over me once I opened the door, but as an adult I’ve come to rather like it. Continue reading
The harvest continuesOur raspberries are fruiting again. They’re an “everbearing” variety that produces two crops of berries, which means twice the yard snacks and twice the happy. Raspberries are so expensive and fragile that for the few years where we didn’t have a patch, I was loathe to buy them. I am happy that they are so prolific. Eight plants became over thirty in a year, and now we have a robust garden of them. Continue reading
The heat has returned (though not viciously) and the AC is back on. The garden is brimming with tomatoes and beans and cucumbers and the next flush of raspberries is getting ready to explode. Oh, and if anyone needs horseradish, I’ve got you covered.
One thing I love this time of year is going to various fruit stands and roadside markets to buy what our garden doesn’t provide. This past weekend it was a place next to what may be the world’s smallest chapel. They had peaches galore (oh dear, that sounds like a burlesque performer’s name). I couldn’t resist picking up a mixed basket of white and yellow fleshed gems. The whites are firmer, with a more perfume-y flavour, while the yellows were exactly what you expect a freestone peach to be. Amazing. Continue reading
Struggling to post todayIt’s not the weather. It is gorgeous, and has been for some time. We had a brief blip of stupid hot weather earlier in July, but since then it’s been absolutely amazing. Open windows, cool breezes, warm sunshine, enough rain…. The perfect summer, in my books (assuming it doesn’t get stupid hot again).
I’m struggling more because I don’t have a tidy, cohesive post with a few relevant pictures and a recipe. I am reminding myself that I started this blog as a place to talk and share. The pictures and recipes were just a part of the process; not meant to be all-encompassing. But in the world of food blogs, it’s the tidy posts that get noticed. And I struggle with being a tiny, tiny fish in an enormous pond sometimes.
My Edible Journey 