If fruits and veggies can have emotions, then to me the lemon epitomizes happiness. Don’t you think? Eggplants are somber, artichokes are morose, cherries are elegant, currants are whimsical…
But lemons win out as the fruit that I love to see sitting on my counter; piled high at the grocery store; as subjects for still lifes; and are the colour of joy. Lemons are refreshing; are a great cleaning instrument; are found in my hand soup and lotions. Hmmm, I should reflect this somehow on this website…oh wait…I did!
Jim loves ice cream. Dessert is not complete if it doesn’t include ice cream. He’ll want ice cream on the side of every slice of pie, cake, crepe, pudding, crisp… He’ll take ice cream on the side of a bowl of ice cream. Even for desserts that are perfect on their own, and don’t really suit ice cream, he’ll insist they would be better with ice cream.
So, I make ice cream. And we buy ice cream. And go out for ice cream. He’s so predictable!!
We’ve had a stellar weekend here in Toronto. Spring has finally recognized us and made up for a less than impressive start to the season. Blue skies, magnolia and lilac trees in full bloom, the lake is filled with sailboats, the parks are filled with sun starved humans and their dogs, the patios are filled with happy eaters and drinkers. All has been fabulous.
And I baked a pie. My favourite pie. Jim’s favourite pie…no, I take that back, his favourite pie is pretty well any pie that he has access to.
Ode to the Cherry.
You luscious, elegant, droopy stone fruit gem, dangling from the tree.
Perfect as earrings for a little girl climbing the limbs of that tree in the orchard.
Can’t have Cherry Garcia ice cream without you. Black Forest Torte, unless the you is present, is just another chocolate cake.
Spring throws a party when the your pink blossoms abound.
Scarlet red, sweet and oh so juicy. Da bomb. (get it, da bomb, cherry bomb??)
Have you ever had sea asparagus? Have you ever heard of sea asparagus!? I hadn’t tasted it till recently myself. I was at St Lawrence Market here in Toronto, at Urban Fresh Produce, a fantastic vendor of organic produce. They had it sitting in a basket on the counter. It looks like little green sticks! Kind of soft, with a crunch, if you try to eat it raw. Which I was encouraged to do by the girl behind the counter. It has a distinct salty/briny taste. But not unpleasant at all. Worth investigating further, so I took a small bag home and figured out what I would do with it.
Lazy mornings call for a dish beyond a fried egg and toast. Well, no, actually I’ll take a great sunny side up egg and toast any day, even a lazy one. There is something so joyful about dunking that piece of crispy bread into the golden goodness that is a soft, barely cooked egg yolk. I’m sure there is a camp of folks out there that would vehemently disagree with me, including Jim. Runny yolks aren’t his thing.
This is my way of sharing because I care about your time. This is all about time well spent.
When it’s warm out, we Margarita! These days, even if it isn’t warm out we Margarita! We have had the most schizophrenic Spring so far up here in Toronto. We get a few sunny days that convince us that the warm weather is here to stay, and then the forecast for the weekend is 13 degrees C (56 F) like this weekend, and we are left high and dry, yet again.
Of course I vividly remember the first time we visited Mexico. It was on our honeymoon. It was October. We were happy for the warm weather, the water that looked like glass, the beaches, the palm trees, and the food. We were at a resort, so we had picked up tacos from one of the buffet tables. They looked strange. Not what we were expecting at all. Later on we went into town and ordered tacos from a little Taqueria. When we received them, again, we just stared down at our take-out plates. They didn’t look anything like Old El Paso tacos!!
For May’s Cook Book Club, we’re using ‘Mexico, One Plate at a Time’ by Rick Bayless. Jim and I love Mexican cuisine, what we’ve enjoyed on our travels to the country, as well as what friends have made us, and what we’ve enjoyed when eating out. Okay, eating out may not count every time in years past, since what we up here have historically called Mexican, is probably more of a Tex-Mex interpretation of it, not even close to what we know as fabulous Mexican cuisine today.
I’m such a klutz. More on that later.
As the weather warms, our inspirations head south. To the tropics. There is something wonderfully exotic about tropical destinations, vacations, beaches, surf, sand, palm trees, glorious sunsets, and colourful florals and birds that make our hearts take flight. So many of us plan tropical trips during the dismal months of winter, just to create a paradise-like break in what seems a never-ending season.