It’s been an up and down week. Our little girl needed dental work under general anaesthetic, which went incredibly smoothly, but was anxiety inducing in the time leading up to the appointment. The weather has gone from gorgeous to understandably seasonal (read – muggy & hot), but it produced a gorgeous storm. And just as I was settling into strawberries, cherries appeared! I don’t think I’ve ever bought them this early. They are firmly a July harvest, in my mind. Continue reading
So many maple memories
Growing up where we are in Southern Ontario, every March brought with it a few things. The promise of spring, a break from school, and a trip to the Sugar Bush. I think we went every year, at least through grade 5 or 6. And I can recall going a few other times, either with family or with a local community group.
By grade 3 I could have given the tour. I probably still could. From the hollowed out birch troughs in which fire heated stones were dropped into pure sap, over and over, until just the syrup remained, to the innovation that was the tap, allowing trees to be harmlessly relieved of their nectar season after season, to the modern plastic piping and glorious sugar shacks where the liquid was carefully tended to ensure the end result would be properly viscous and sweet. The process is time consuming, but can even be tackled at home, if you have a couple of sugar maple trees. Don’t believe me? Read this wonderful post by my friend Tiffany at Eating Niagara (then follow her blog – you won’t be sorry), Continue reading
Wow, it’s been just over a year since My Edible Journey went live. In that time I’ve learned quite a bit, enjoyed some great food and taken a lot of pictures. I never planned om having a photo blog, expecting to pick up where my previous blog left off, but with a focus solely on food. With time though, I’ve realized that there really is no getting around needing images of the recipes I’m sharing. I’m still learning that part. Me and my awesome Nikon Coolpix P510 ( an advanced point and shoot, and Christmas present to myself) have worked hard to rise to the challenge. But we still have a nemesis or two. Including ice cream… Continue reading
I know it’s not necessarily a big deal to have baked a cake. Not normally, anyway. And especially when it’s not even a frosted masterpiece (or attempt). But I’ve been struggling with some sort of… something. We’ve narrowed it down to a viral sinus infection. And not only has it been uncomfortable, but the pressure has also messed with the vision in my left eye. So between the ache whenever I looked around, and not being able to see properly, baking (never mind blogging) hasn’t been on my radar. Continue reading
Today is a bit dreary. Actually, it’s a lot dreary. But it’s the kind of dreary that we need. The rain is gentle and steady, and is going to be followed by warm sunshine. Together, they will make magic. The green of the grass will brighten. The roots of our recent vegetable transplants will stretch into their new soil home. The cool-loving lettuce and peas will explode with growth. It is a good dreary. A dreary that inspires me to bake. Continue reading
Mothers’ Day weekend was chilly. In fact, it was downright cold on Sunday. Especially after a gorgeous lead-up, with sun and warmth and sun… And blossoms. Lots of blossoms. Every year we head to the lilac garden in Niagara Falls. It’s one of my favourite places to spend time, and it is beautiful for such a short time each year. Thankfully it was nice enough on Saturday to head out and take in the sights and amazing scents that the garden offers. Continue reading
It’s been hot lately in Southern Ontario. Like 45C with the humidity hot (that’s roughly 113 degrees American). I took a bit of the first hot pepper from the garden the other night and discovered that they they do an amazing job of storing the heat of the day within their walls. Yeowch!
In an effort to beat the heat, I decided to make ice cream. If you ask my husband, our ice cream machine is an appliance that is not used enough. I like ice cream, but not as much as he does. Continue reading