The past few months saw me transported from one of Melbourne’s inner city suburbs – tons of interesting Aussie cafés, bistros and food shops literally around every corner – to one of Calgary’s outer neighbourhoods bordered by a big box mall and a standard array of North American burger, breakfast and coffee chains. Not what Living Slim especially appreciates when eating out. But, I’ll admit, it was still strangely comforting for this returning Canadian to step into Canada’s favourite coffee shop and sit down with a simple brew.
But, wasteland as this mall may have been in terms of
interesting dining, all was not lost.
Why? Because, (as I note in Living Slim), most of us are incredibly fortunate, in this country, to have a wealth of good food readily available in our standard, run-of-the-mill, found-almost-everywhere grocery stores.
The big box mall near me in Calgary, which sprawled over a really large area, had no less than three huge grocery stores. I was spoiled for choice. And while I do love my adventures with bistro food, I am fundamentally a home cook and a home eater. So, I was one happy camper regardless.
One shopping day, well into the Calgary fall that was
practically a winter this year, as I picked up some beautiful Macintosh apples
at one of those grocery chains, the cashier surprised me with a comment: “Ahh,
you’re getting the fall Macintosh. They’re the best aren’t they?”
“Yes, I love them,” I
replied, thinking, as I did that this fellow apple lover might just be a Living Slim kindred spirit. Trim, energetic,
of a certain age and super friendly – in fact, Calgarians in general, I had noted,
were super friendly – she was a treat to chat with.
“You just can’t beat
their flavour can you,” she continued briskly. “They’re my favourite apple,
especially in the fall, when they’ve just come in. Then later on in the winter,
when they’re not so good, I buy my Pink Ladies. Oh, I just love my Pink Ladies.
So crisp, so sweet, so juicy.”
My Pink Ladies. I
was utterly charmed. My Pink Ladies. This
person really did love her apples.
“Yes,” I agreed easily. “You just can’t beat the fall Macintoshes.”
”And that’s the first of many reasons Canadian woman can manage to live slim. No one puts on weight – ever – eating and enjoying the apple. And in Canada, we do enjoy lots of them.” – Living Slim: A Canadian Woman’s Way
First reader review on Amazon.ca!! Thanks Alexander Roth.
I’m particularly happy that this review mentioned the deliciousness of the food I write about. I believe deeply that healthy eating is happy eating. That good food is delicious food. And that our relationship with food works best when it is full of positivity, gratitude and joy.
It’s true. I have given Korean food short shrift, but not anymore. (Blame it on an unhappy and goopy experience in a food court.)
But it helps in life to have friends who get you to try new things! This spread was delicious, nutritious, and full-on worthy of Living Slim’s seal of approval.
Note: not much in the way of heavily processed foods. Can we learn something there… All kinds of good tastes and good nutrients from the soup, the seaweed, the egg, the meat, the veggies, and that yummy purple rice.
This was a spread for four, and we all ate to our
After which it was a dive into something completely else: PEI turn of the (last) century culture as we enjoyed an outdoor variation of Anne (with an e) of Green Gables in beautiful Guild Park. #livingslimcanadian
Picked up a basket of these sweeties at my local East Lynn Farmer’s Market this week. Two days later, five little baggies, each containing two perfectly ripe and oh-so-delicious peaches went into my freezer. Woo-hoo! January breakfasts, here I come!!
It’s my first time trying this. I’m taking lessons from a friend mentioned in my book who happily exemplifies the first and most important Living Slim principle: valuing, prioritizing and enjoying real foods.
“One Ontario friend recently showed me her large stash
of plastic baggies, filled with frozen, cut-up Ontario peaches that she had put
by, as my aunt on the farm might have done, for her breakfasts during our cold
Canadian winters when the quality of the imports simply cannot compete.” – Living Slim: A Canadian Woman’s Way
I will? I
said. But, I’ve said all I want to say
in the book. This is it. I’m finished.
I have nothing more to say.
Oh, but blogs
are good marketing tools, people said. There’s
plenty you can say on health, and wellness, and diets, and so on.
I’m not so
sure, I said to myself. It had, after
all, taken me quite some time to distill my thoughts into this book…
And so that
is why this page and this blog (yes, I have decided to try) is called The
I will try this. And here’s goes with my
very first one.
It all came
about because I took a walk downtown this week, looking for new walking shoes.
Yes, it is
absolutely true. As I say in Living Slim, I am a walker. And, what I don’t say is this: I am not a
I have worn
my trusty walking shoes to a thread, all while avoiding the shopping required to
is coming up. And fall is coming
up. And I may make it through summer
with my threadbare pair, but not much beyond that. So, off I went to Mountain Equipment Co-op in
its new location on Queen West. And,
because of that excursion, I passed by and remembered the venerable and
wonderful Queen Mother Café – the first place I ever sampled the pleasures of pad
trip back, I said to myself. So, before
I forgot this lovely thought, back I went yesterday for lunch. And in I tucked to a quinoa salad in the
beauty of their charming back-of-resto patio.
I soon realized, again, that The Queen Mum is nothing if not fresh and
delicious and reliably wonderful, each and every time.
As I munched through the salad, I also soon realized that I couldn’t finish more than half of all that yummy deliciousness. In fact, I soon realized I was somewhat re-living the salad-munching memory I relayed in my book, when my young lunch companion, in Edinburgh, informed me that one should “always consume only two-thirds of what’s on your plate.” I smiled then at the comment, since my frugal mother, my book’s slim-living muse, would have been horrified to “waste” purchased food like that. I smiled now at the memory. And I smiled even more deeply at the realization that, ten years on, plus ça change plus ça reste le même chose. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
for me, I was not travelling abroad for this lunch. I did not have to waste it or stuff myself
too full. I would be able to enjoy the
rest of this deliciousness at home!
And I did.
home, thank goodness in in a biodegradable container. Thumbs up to them!)
Living Slim: A Canadian Woman’s Way by Lillian Salmon
Discover this positive, supportive and also kindly approach to weight management. A Canadian answer to French Women Don’t Get Fat
June 13, 3-7 pm East Lynn Farmers’ Market 1949 Danforth Avenue, Toronto
Happy to have this book in my hands at last, and equally happy to take it out in public for the very first time at my local farmers’ market. This market was launched by a tiny group of intrepid Canadian women, filled with idealism, hope, and a profound determination to making the world a better place, starting in their own backyard.
Their joyful and courageous spirit continues to animate the neighbourhood association they also helped launch. I couldn’t think of a better place to celebrate this book.