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So what’s with the legal speak you ask? Well some of you may have heard that effective July 1, 2014 Canada has a new anti-spam law. That means I need to ask you wether you are in or your are out? Or in more legal speak, do you still want me to send you emails when I post something new on the blog. I’m sure, in the bigger picture, an anti spam law can only be a good thing because, seriously, who likes spam? But, it does mean a whole bunch of work and confusion for a lot of people. If I have interpreted this new law correctly (and it’s quite possible I haven’t) it doesn’t really apply to me because on this little blog while not only have you graciously chosen to follow me (implied consent) and I don’t currently sell anything or get sponsored by anyone, I do send you an email (or the automated computer mail room does) when I produce a new post. So the new law might apply. And furthermore (I’m getting quite good at these big words aren’t I?) should I decide to sell or advertise something in the future and I tell my existing readers about it – I just spammed! Now isn’t that just a funky little legal loophole? Now normally I would plead blissful ignorance, smile sweetly, and hope the powers that be would focus on the people who are spamming with a capital S, but, the fine is a million bucks and given I don’t sell or advertise on this site and therefore couldn’t actually pay the fine…. well, you can see where I’m coming from right?
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I’m sorry I forgot your birthday yesterday. In fact, I apologize for the past few months of neglect. I didn’t get you a gift, and you know I don’t create recipes for desserts, but as an apology please accept and devour the most divine apple cake inspired by Smitten Kitchen .
I promise the next year will be filled with words, recipes, nutrition and love.
If April showers do in fact bring May flowers then Vancouver should have an amazing May. But May is here and while there are lots of flowers the continued rain (and snow in certain parts of the country – shudder) is making me think that perhaps May needs a little reminder what its job is, to be warm enough that we can all get outdoors after a long, cooped up winter and raise our pasty faces to the sun.
Polar vortex or not, it is officially spring. To celebrate I spent my spring break holiday in northern Canada where it is definitely still winter. Despite the winter weather I kept warm with bundled up walks along the ice covered river, days spent on the couch in my pajamas reading and a glass (or two) of restorative red wine.
But, after a relaxing week of warming holiday comfort food, and with optimism in mind, I’m craving the tastes of spring. One of the first crops that is poking up out of the ground this year are the radishes. Continue reading →
Shrove Tuesday, Fat Tuesday. Whatever you want to call it, I call it Pancake day and it’s here!
Traditionally, pancake day is the last day before the beginning of Lent. During Lent, it is customary to give up things we love (think drinking pop or alcohol, tv, or eating chocolate) so historically families would try to use up things like meat, butter, and flour, and thus the tradition of Pancake Day began. As a kid for Shrove Tuesday my family usually went to a Pancake dinner at the church, which was always an awesome excuse to see friends in the middle of the week. These days, as someone always looking for an excuse to have friends around the table, Pancake Tuesday dinners seemed like a great tradition to start in my house.
I remember as a kid we always seemed to be fundraising for something. Girl Guide cookies, raffle tickets or boxes of citrus for band trips. I was never a massive fan of the fundraising but was a huge fan of the arrival of those big boxes of Florida oranges and grapefruit. Growing up in Ontario, Florida was a pretty common winter vacation spot for most of my friends. Maybe my friends got their fill of citrus on holiday, but the closest I ever got, or have been, to Florida was getting those big boxes of oranges and grapefruit. Makes me, almost, miss high school band…
I was a lot older, when I first saw grapefruit growing on a tree. I could not believe my eyes. Tree after tree so overloaded the fruit was falling on the ground around me. I gourged myself on that first trip. It was divine.
Have you ever missed something, but not noticed that you missed it until you had it back? Well, so it was for me with the Foodie Penpal program. Those of you who have been around for awhile will know exactly what that is, for you fabulous newcomers scroll down further for all the details. After a lengthy hiatus from the program I decided it was time. This month I got to exchange food packages with Kim from Toronto. As always, I had a great time prepping a package for her, but the coming home in the middle of a week filled with exams and papers to find a parcel waiting was amazing.
When I get home from school I need to eat something. It’s been a few hours since lunch and I’m hungry. But deciding what to eat is the challenge. Too much and I will still be full come dinner hour, too little and I’ll still be hungry wondering why I even bothered. My snack choices usually include something like hummus and cut vegetables, maybe a couple dolmathes and some almonds, or sometimes just a hardboiled egg. But, I can’t lie, what I really want is crackers and cheese. I’m not saying I have it, but that’s what I am usually craving.
Potlucks. Do you love them or hate them? My feelings are mixed. In some ways they make things easier – you don’t have to cook as much, there is less clean up and there are more options for picky eaters. But, it is also possible to end up with a table full of desserts or five macaroni salads. So what’s a girl to do? How do you decide what to bring?