Back when I was younger and maybe a little more daring, dinners at home were sure tear jerkers. My room mate and I at the time would frequently bring home or make our own sushi. In fact, it was our equivalent to most other twenty something’s macaroni and cheese. About a bottle of sake later,...
On a recent trip to the country side, it was easy to absorb the surroundings and be thankful for what we have. The warm autumn days have brought with it a tremendous bounty. While on the road, we were fortunate to experience one of the more remarkable pumpkin patches of recent memory. Flooded by the...
This, as they would say, is it. This past weekends’ offering of sweet corn will probably be our last. You can begin to taste the age in the fading yellow kernels as you bite into them a little less anxiously than in the beginning of August. Still juicy, sweet and delicious, but just not the...
If you’ve read any part of this blog in the past, it’s certainly no mystery that I frequently troll local farmer’s markets. Or if they’re local to you, trust me I’ll drive. There’s something about people with dirty fingernails offering me food. I would never dream of it anywhere indoors, but along a strip of...
The farmer’s market is quickly getting over populated with produce. Corn, carrots, beans, autumn strawberries, bushels of cucumbers, peppers, romas and the last of the over sized heirloom tomatoes. These are enormous visions of beauty. Flavours of my childhood garden, only in colours, I never then could have imagined. I kind of feel for the...
