Believe it of not, this was the fantastic, always-long-lineups Brazilian steakhouse in the Farmer’s Market at The Grove in Los Angeles. Can’t see too much steak here can you? But trust me, the grilled meat was uber delicious. Fall off the bone. It’s just, I can never resist the gorgeous vegies. As for the plantains… oh my. Real food absolutely is good food.
Cod cakes or fish cakes. With beans, without beans. In the heart of St. John’s, or out around the bay. Whatever you call them, however have them, these treats of Newfoundland and Labrador are just plain delicious.
Who else needs a break from pandemic news? On this damp, grey Monday and every day, “it is definitely my early morning walks, my thirty minutes with myself and the amazing world around me, that give me the quiet and the peace I need.” – Living Slim: A Canadian Woman’s Way
Exactly one year ago, this orchid bloomed, and exactly one year later – to the day – it blooms again. Some kind of deep, visceral comfort that, despite everything, “the universe is unfolding as it should.”
On International Women’s Day, celebrating the achievements of women everywhere, including my mother, who “knew that making a contribution to society – however big, however small – constituted the essence of personal fulfillment.” – Living Slim: A Canadian Woman’s Way.
It was a cool, fresh spring day with an overcast sky. The Bow River flowed briskly. The Rockies were magnificent. Downtown Banff was uncrowded. And here, to complete perfection: this food, this place, this view.
To all the Lebanese restaurants I’ve loved before: a million thanks. Tabouli recipes can vary a bit from person to person and place to place. Which is how good cooking must always be. This one is made with quinoa not bulgur. And I think of it, at least in part, as a winter salad. Because sometimes, in the dead of our Canadian winters, we may not feel like making salads the way we would in the summer. And yet, we yearn for that sparkle. The sparkle of tabouli lasts for a week in the fridge.
¼ cup quinoa
½ cup water (or tiny bit more)
About 1/8 tsp salt
Bring all to a boil and then simmer for 15 minutes. Set aside to cool.
1 big, beautiful bunch of fresh curly parsley
1 whole English cucumber
About ¼ to 1/3 medium-sized red onion
3 green onions
8-10 cherry tomatoes or other tomato
¼ cup lemon juice (fresh or bottled)
1 tablespoon mild oil (sunflower, safflower, or olive oil)
1 teaspoon salt
Wash the parsley making sure there are no bits of sand hiding anywhere. Discard at least half of the stems and chop everything else fairly fine. Slice the cucumber into manageable slices and then chop into small pieces. Chop all other vegetables. It is not strictly necessary to have both red onion and green onion, but I like both.
Add cooled quinoa and toss well with the oil, lemon juice and salt. Taste for seasoning.
That’s it. If you like, add ground black pepper. Store in a good, sealed container in the fridge, and you have a sparkling taste of summer that is good for a week. Unless, of course, you are cooking for a crowd, in which case it’s done in a day. I like the flavour, the crunch, and the nutrition of quinoa. But bulgur (cracked, parboiled wheat) is traditional and also excellent of course. Either way, the grain should be cooked (or steamed in boiling water for the bulgur) but not to sogginess as it serves to keep the salad from becoming too wet.
Who can’t love antipasto? One of the prettiest love letters Italy has ever sent the world. Granted, an antipasto plate like this would not have graced the dining table of my trim Newfoundlander of a mother. But the idea of antipasto? Ahh yes, that would have been deeply acceptable to her. Because wherever we live in the world, an appreciation for real food as good food is written deep within us all, prompting us to acknowledge “deeply and profoundly, that these items are more enjoyable, more delightful and more sparkling in taste than any junk food we could ever consume.” –Living Slim: A Canadian Woman’s Way
Dreaming of the time we can travel again. This sweet dessert is a perfect reminder of a great cross-country trip taken on VIA Rail Canada a few years back. It’s a wonder I didn’t walk off that train 3 days later, 12 pounds heavier! But every lovely mouthful consumed at those well-set tables was so worth it!