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Miss NOLA TX: Day 1

Miss NOLA TX: Day 1

Tues. Aug. 27, 2019:
Toronto flight to New Orleans, Louisiana:

Even with taking a Lyft from work to the airport and cutting it close, I still beat Brent to the check-in gate. Thankfully security and customs were quick and I had time to grab lunch. I decided to try out Wahlburgers. Brent had gotten lunch before getting to the airport so I was on my own. I got the BBQ bacon burger with guacamole. I was not impressed, the burger was mediocre and the bun terrible. The sweet potato tots on the side were alright.

There’s always a certain level of stress involved when you have a layover. We had a 50-minute connection in Washington-Dulles airport and the whole time in Toronto there was a sense of unease. Thankfully our flight was on time and we made the connection. I even had time to pop by Dunkin’ Donuts for a fix. I caved and had the cinnamon sugar pumpkin spice latte- EVEN THOUGH it was still only August, way too soon. It was a whole mess of confusion when I tried to order. They guy said they were sold out of small. So, I said, fine make a small in a medium cup, I don’t care. He conferred with his co-worker and repeated that small was sold out. I ended up getting a medium and only drinking half. It was alright, not very pumpkin-y or very cinnamon-y, just sweet.

Both of our flights didn’t have TV’s in the seatbacks. The only option was to download United Airlines app and watch on my tablet, pass. Instead I read “Devil in the White City” and got from 30% to a solid 75% of the way through it. We got snacks on both flights. Not just any snacks: stroopwafel and Biscoff cookies! The first time Brent went for the pretzels and I was shocked, those didn’t even register for me as viable snack options. I wavered between the two but in the end opted for the stroopwafel. Partly due to my love of Stuff You Should Know but also the fact that Biscoff cookies are now in Canada. On our flight out of Toronto we had a great flight attendant, she was very efficient ensuring everything ran smoothly and directing everyone. I wish she could be on all my flights. We watched as a man struggled to understand that 1) his luggage didn’t fit into the overhead bin and 2) it would have to be checked. The saga continued during the flight when he reached into the overhead bin, expecting to find his luggage.

I was mad at the Dulles airport. We had to switch terminals but to get there we had to take what at first seemed like a tram. Except it was an 8-minute (!!!) wait, I was just imaging what would have happened had our first flight been delayed. When we boarded, we realized it was more a giant room on wheels. It was really weird.

LOUISIANA!!!! State #35!! It was so hot and muggy when we landed. We took a taxi to our hotel in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I loved that Soniat House had a hotel cat named Claire. The guy told us that if we ever saw her meowing outside his door to let her in, he also said he talks to her. This was my kind of place. We walked to dinner at Bon Ton Café, passing by Jackson Square. The buildings in the French Quarter were all so pretty with balconies overlooking the street and gaslit lamps by the doors. We lucked out, Bon Ton Café had a special price fixe menu for August and it was both cheaper than a la carte and it had all the things we wanted to try. Plus, we didn’t both have to get the same things. It was perfect. I ordered a glass of Robert Mondavi cabernet because there was no cocktail menu and we had just been to California. It was only as we looked at the dinner menu, that I noticed in the bottom corner a small text box with info about their house cocktail. Guess I would be having a second. We started with fried freshwater catfish bites and gumbo. Both were really good, but Brent won round one with the gumbo. I had the shrimp creole and Brent had some kind of local fish (it may have been called Wayne something? The lady was unclear). Both were excellent. The cocktail was so good! I wish I had known about it, I would’ve happily had two given how much I had disliked the wine. For dessert we actually both ordered the same thing (a rarity). Bon Ton was known for their bread pudding with whisky sauce. It was written about in Brent’s 1001 Foods book and the Toronto Star travel section featured it. The dessert arrived on Bon Ton branded plates. It was delicious but oh man was the whisky sauce strong. It was not baked along with the bread pudding, just poured on top after. I never imagined it was possible to get drunk off a dessert.

On the way back we stopped at a 24-hour liquor store on Canal St. because you can open-carry alcoholic drinks in New Orleans. We had seen people on our way to dinner and now we felt like we had to partake. The selection in the mart was subpar. Brent ended up getting a Dixie beer but he didn’t realize it was light. I sipped a Jack Daniel’s cocktail. Yes, the selection was that bad. My other option had been a small bottle of sangria but it had an ugly bottle cap that listed the 13% alc/vol, which after that whisky sauce I was not sure I could handle. It was a slow bloated walk back. We passed by so many haunted tours but none of them had the right ambiance. Where were the black cloaks? The lanterns? On the way back we saw Claire by the office, as a I bent down to pet her, Carlos opened the door to let her in. I was going to do that! I just wanted to pet her first. Our hotel had an honour bar where you could mix your own drinks but I was too tired and had already had quite enough. We checked out the hotel patio and the upstairs veranda. Down below was another ghost tour. I joked about going to our room and getting some sheets and pretending to be ghosts. I was really looking forward to showering, I was drenched in sweat and so tired and my allergies were kicking into high gear. I needed sleep.

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Posted by on September 8, 2019 in 1001 Foods, Travel

 

Heeeeere Fishie, Fishie, Fish

Heeeeere Fishie, Fishie, Fish

We skipped over #13 on the Toronto Life Top 100 and went to #14 due to scheduling conflicts. To celebrate my birthday we walked to Honest Weight in the Junction. This had been a long day of walking for me (in total I was just shy of 14km). At some point there was a creepy guy walking at the same pace as us, just a few steps behind and shuffling his feet. Eventually he walked ahead of us, crossed over to the other side of Dupont… and then crossed right back. We ducked into a gas station and bought a soda to lose the guy. Later on we saw him across the street walking back in the opposite direction. What a weird guy.

Honest Weight was unlike other restaurants we had been to in the past. It was part fish market. They had a dinner option on the menu where you pick a fresh fish they have available, and then they cook it for you. The only way it could have been fresher would be if the fish was still alive. We sat at a small bar table at the end of the display case and tried to identify all the fish on display. They had a Revel cider I had never tried before, something about a farm and/or time. Who can say. It was tart and delicious.

To start we split a fish plate because it had gravlax as one of the fish. Whyfor the interest in something that sounds like a stomach remedy? It was in Brent’s 1001 Foods book. It sounded delicious: raw salmon cured in salt and sugar with dill, it sounded dill-ightful.* The fish plate also had smoked salmon, a trout schmear, marinated mussels and a dill mayonnaise. It arrived on a fish shaped plate so already this was an A+ in my books. On the side we had thick slices of toast with lots of butter. Heaven. It was heaven. The schmear was first place, followed in a close second by the gravlax. I am normally not a fan of smoked salmon, but migawd was it good.

For my main I went with the pick-your-fish option and had the pickerel. It was from Lake Erie, and I’ve never seen pickerel offered on a menu before. It was fun trying to guess which one it was and eagerly waiting for someone to come and take my fish out of the display case and go prep it. Brent ordered the garlic butter shrimps, not realizing he would have to peel them. It was a buttery mess and when it was my turn to eat my half, I opted for hacking at it with fork and knife. The dish came with bread on the side to help sop up the mini-soup of citrus-y garlic butter beneath the shrimps. The smashed potatoes under the pickerel were amazing, the fish was so simple, just grilled but so damn good.

It was one of our top meals of the year.

*I liked it so much that I’ve since found a recipe and intend to make it at home (one day)

 
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Posted by on August 8, 2019 in 1001 Foods, Fooding

 

Baseball and Trees: Day 6

Baseball and Trees: Day 6

Sun. July 21, 2019:
San Francisco, California to Toronto:

Brent woke me up at 6:45am but I wanted 5 more minutes, it seems I was starting to adjust to the time difference. In the night it had looked like the TV was on, so I tried to turn it off, except then I actually turned it on and it was a scramble to turn it back off. Oops. I had packed up everything the night before to make life easier.

We went to Sears Fine Food diner for breakfast. Apparently, they are renowned for their mini Swedish pancakes and lingonberry jam (at least according to the menu and the 1001 Foods book). And of course, you can’t go wrong with sourdough French toast with house made strawberry preserves. The pancakes were tiny and not to thick, they were perfect. The French toast was too much, in the end I ate just shy of three of the four giant slices. They were thick. The mark of a good diner is that your coffee always gets refilled.

We walked to the BART stop that was the next one over from our usual station, it was equidistant and saved us a bit of time. Even still, we got to the station plenty early. When the train runs every 20 minutes, it really sucks to miss it. When we got to the airport, the line for security was so long. They opened up another line and I went for it. Brent and I had split at customs because I didn’t realize we could go up together. My line was way faster and I ended up having to wait.

Our gate was at the tail end of the terminal, down some stairs. Because there was another flight leaving at about the same time, the area was crammed and there were so many announcements. I volunteered to be the one to go get us food. The options were very limited: Napa Valley farm (sandwiches and pizza) or Vietnamese food. The Napa stored turned out to be a gem. The sandwiches were on bread from the same bakery that Chez Panisse uses. I had the Cuban pork, Brent had the chicken BLT. It was a long time before I got back though. While in line I spotted a drinks cooler and was intrigued. Sandwiches need soda. Once I got there, I hit the jackpot: artisanal sodas with new bottle caps and cans of beer! Pretty sure that won me wife of the year. The orange cream soda tasted more like a creamsicle (the raspberry ginger ale I am saving for mixing). I also stopped in at Duty Free and got some 50% vodka for home-liqueur-making and two small bottles of gin from Isle of Islay. I couldn’t find anything for a souvenir for work people, as I could get Ghirardelli chocolates at home.

Genius that I am, I had gotten mesquite-flavoured kettle chips for snacking on the plane. I also misplaced my gum so i desperately ate Oreos with the hopes that my ears wouldn’t pop. We were all the way at the back of the plane this time. I watched Crazy Rich Asians and then we watched the first five episodes of season 5 of Broad City.

All in all, a great trip.

 
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Posted by on July 27, 2019 in 1001 Foods, Fooding, Travel

 

Havana Weekender- Day 2

Havana Weekender- Day 2

Fri. July 5, 2019:
Havana, Cuba:

I woke up at 7am because Brent was fidgeting with the air conditioner. Apparently, it was set to 10C and he was cold. In the bathroom I could hear a rooster crowing outside, it was way too early for any of this. I went back to bed and slept until after 9am but still woke up in time for hotel breakfast. I had no idea what to expect of the breakfast buffet. I certainly didn’t think that spaghetti would be on offer. Yet there was no bread and butter to go with the meats and cheeses. I stuck to my go-to: pastries and baked goods. The little vanilla donuts with crispy tops and soggy bottoms were oddly good given the state. The best part was the coffee. Can’t go wrong with a good cup of coffee. After breakfast we headed out onto the back terrace of the hotel. We walked to the edge of the property to see if we could get down to the Malecon. Nope, it was down a steep cliff and across a road. But we could see it. We also saw the giant Cuba sign on the edge of the property. It must have looked nice from down below. We also spotted a peacock hanging around behind one of the outdoor restaurants.

When we initially told my sister and her husband that we were going to walk to Old Havana they balked at the idea and told us to take a taxi. We waved them off. A 40minute walk is nothing for us. The heat and humidity? Id been to Florida in July, two years ago we did Georgia and South Carolina in May- it would be fine. You forget how exhausting the heat and humidity and sharp sun are. Even at 10am we were sweating. It did not help that the first half of the walk we were headed in the direction of the sun, it was just glaring. We also didn’t have any water, mistakenly thinking we could just pick some up in a shop along the way. We also learned that jaywalking is not an easy task. We were trying to get across the street to the Malecon, the ocean-side sidewalk. We were on the lookout for San Lazano tower. Google said it was a point of interest. Off in the distance I could see something tower/statue looking. I focused on that, I just had to get there. Except before we got to it, we saw a small stone (cement?) tower. It was just a cylinder by the side of the park near the road. Google lied. It was not interesting at all.

We were such tourists, Brent in his Hawaiian print shirt, me in my tropical floral maxi dress. A tour bus stopped for us, except it was going in the opposite direction!! A guy ran across the street, dodging cars, just to offer us a horse carriage ride. No thank you, we said. And just as quickly he ran back across. It was disconcerting watching locals jaywalk. They went lane by lane, often standing in the road waiting for it to clear, or else just running for it. That was pretty much the entire walk: guys striking up a conversation about the Blue Jays (Brent was wearing Jays hat) and then offering us a tour or a taxi. The trick was to not stop walking, be friendly but keep walking and say no thank you.

On the way into Old Havana we passed by La Bogedita. It was on Brent’s list: have a mojito and order the pork. It was famous for inventing/perfecting the mojito and because Hemingway drank mojitos there. Appropriate to the celebrity status: there was a huge crowd spilling to the sidewalk outside. We would try again later in the day. At Plaza De Catedral we got to peek inside the cathedral and the view from the lobby was good enough that we didn’t feel we needed to pay admission to tour the place. Our plaza tour continued with a stop at the Municipal Plaza followed by the Plaza Des Armas. There was no second-hand book sale going on at Armas but we were debating coming back the next day. As I was photographing the fountain, a guy approached Brent and quick-sketched him and then offered to sell it to him for 3CUC. It was a funny drawing; his chin just had a bunch of lines on it for the beard. We happened on the parade my sister had told us about by chance. A dog joined in and was barking like mad at the people on stilts, he followed along as they went- bark bark barking. Somewhere around the time we got into Old Havana we saw a drink vendor and we made a quick detour. Brent had a beer, I had a TuKola (it tasted like Coca-Cola mixed with Dr Pepper and root beer) and most importantly: we got a giant 1.5L bottle of water. I chugged that soda so fast.

The heat and humidity were getting to me, I was feeling groggy and getting grumpy. I had worn my GAP slides because the forecast called for rain and there was no way I was going to get my leather sandals soaked. I had totally forgotten that by “rain” they probably meant Florida-style not Toronto-style. A quick burst which would immediately start drying. The cobblestones were not my friend. The offers of taxi rides had subsided now that we were in Old Havana. They had been replaced by offers from restaurants. Free wi-fi is not as enticing if you’re roaming and can use your phone as you would at home. We passed a small park that was FULL of stray cats. We had already passed 1-2 stray cats sitting around in front of shops or wandering but I had no idea just how prevalent they were. I was overwhelmed. I wanted to scoop them all up and take them home. There were at least six cats in this park alone. One was munching on a fish head while three others looked on. Two others were lounging in the shade. Another was laying smack in the middle of the sidewalk.

Our next stop was Café Escorial in Plaza Vieja. I had read about it in Lonely Planet, the recommendation was confirmed by my brother-in-law’s mother. I was psyched. The plan was to buy coffee to take home. It did not occur to me to have a pitstop and actually drink a cup. That is just how braindead I was (lack of sleep combined with the sun/heat). We were near where my sister was saying but she wasn’t answering her phone so we continued on. We walked over to look at El Capitolio. It was a beautiful building unfortunately marred by restoration work on the domed roof. It was totally modelled after American capitol buildings. At this point the air was so thick with humidity, you could tell it was going to rain. It had to, it could not be this humid and not rain. We paid for admission to both sections (national and international) of the Museum des Belles Arts without realizing it was two separate buildings and that the international one was down the road. It was only when we finished the first building and realized it had all been Cuban artists. The collection was bigger than I’d expected and very varied. I actually enjoyed the modern art because it was so small a selection. I liked the paintings by Tomas Sanchez the most. It was also really great to be inside away from the sun and in the AC. Refreshed and with only half a bottle of water left (it was that hot) we went back to La Bogedita to try our luck again. It was still really busy, so we sidled up to the bar in the tiny opening and ordered mojitos. The guy was a mojito-making machine. He would line up 10 glasses and just pour into all of them in a row. I wondered how many mojitos he must make in a day. It was kind of fun to be surrounded by other tourists all doing the same thing. We reached peak tourist moment then.

We slowly made our way over to the convent where my sister and co. were staying. Just as we got there the rain started up. We couldn’t have timed it more perfectly. We sat on wicker rocking chairs on an outdoor covered terrace in the hall, Adrian had command of the room for his nap. I had brought Camilla the Bulk Barn snacks as requested and now we just tore into them. Except for the yogurt-covered pretzels. Those had not fared so well in my bag and the heat turned them into one melted blob. The heat did, however, improve the Reese’s pieces. Oh man were they good with their soft melty centres. We had about an hour or so to get ready for the baptism, plenty of time to rest our feet and drink more water. My feet were so swollen, sweaty and dirty, I ended up washing them in the sink. Eventually it was time for the baptism boy to wake up. It was cute watching him groggily process that his aunt and uncle randomly appeared in the time he had been napping.

We milled around the convent courtyard while friends and family trickled in. I did not expect so many people to be there. I had to wear a shirt to cover my exposed shoulders and man was I sweating bad. It was a nice short service in the convent chapel. I didn’t understand anything except the word for water and I recognized when they started the Our Father Prayer. Apparently, the priest had made some jokes that everyone found hilarious. The nuns had made fresh-squeezed mango juice for us for a mini-reception afterwards. Adrian loved it, he chugged a whole glass, only stopping momentarily for air. I agreed, it was delicious and it left me forever after craving fresh-squeezed mango juice. I even briefly toyed with the idea of buying a juicer when we got home.

Afterwards we all headed out together to Helad’oro, an ice cream place that had opened in 2016 and was recommended in Lonely Planet. We ran into one of Alexis’s friends but as they were chatting, I got distracted by a nearby cat. Just as I had setup my shot, some people walked right into it. I was ready to turn around and be all like can you believe these people to Brent… when I realized it was they who had walked into my shot. They continued on, assuming I’d join them but I fell behind still trying to photograph the cat. I did manage a great photo of them having a confused discussion. I was surprised at how good the ice cream was, and doubly surprised that they had my beloved Speculoos. Camilla and Alexis had ordered theirs in a cup and they were served their ice cream in little plastic drinks cups which amused me for some unknown reason. We walked back to Plaza de Catedral to eat our ice cream. Adrian wanted to pet a stray cat, the cat wanted the ice cream, there was a bit of confusion and worry. But most importantly I got more great photos.

Brent and I walked to El Floridita bar. Setting a new benchmark for most tourist-y activity of the day. Inside was jam-packed with tourists. Once again, we had Hemingway to thank. This time the drink was daiquiris. The condensed menu just listed daiquiris 6CUC. What flavours?! All around I could see red and white ones. The lady beside us ordered one strawberry, one banana so naturally we copied her order. Except as Brent was ordering I noticed the fuller menu. We could’ve had better flavours! Instead we had a daiquiri in each other’s most hated flavours. So, we only traded a sip. Despite the citrus-y note, it still tasted of banana. The blenders in the bar were just constantly going, but they were actually drowned out by the live band that was playing. Once again, we were squeezed into an impossibly small spot by the bar with barely any room to move.

It was a long, slow, hot walk back to the hotel. I was tired and hazy. All the fishermen from the morning were gone and there was hardly anyone on the Malecon. Even the small sardines that had littered the ground were gone. We took a short rest break in the hotel while I scrambled to empty my foggy brain into my travel notebook. I gave up after finishing Thursday’s entry. I was too hungry to function. We wandered around the hotel to scope out all of our food options. We found a little shop where I got some Malaysian Pringles called Mr. Potato. We finally settled on the outdoor restaurant with the peacock in back. They had ropa vieja and moros and cristianos. Both items from the 1001 Foods book. I ordered the slow-roasted-pit pork. How could I not? They had a statue of a pig on a spit outside! The dishes came with three sides: bean soup (it was just beans, not soup at all), rices and cristianos and moros which was basically just a mix of a different type of rice and beans. To drink I had a Papa Hemingway cocktail (lemon, rum and maraschino cherry) which really hit the spot. It was odd that we were not offered water or a dessert menu. As dinner was winding down one of the peahens (we determined over the course of dinner that there were two peacocks and two peahens) jumped onto the fence near the table behind us. She got shooed away and flew up to the tent over the restaurant. We could hear her scratching around walking up above us. At least they had quieted down. During dinner they were so loud, just screaming at each other. One of the peacocks was chasing a peahen, first she sped-walked away from him. So, he picked up the pace, even sticking his neck out in front. So, she started to run and threatened to fly away.

After dinner we wanted to get a drink from one of the other hotel bars and walk the grounds but apparently each of the outdoor hotel bars had a seating area and they bring the drink to you. We wandered around, found the nice pool and eventually watched the sunset over the ocean and the Malecon. It was a beautiful sunset but hard to photograph because of all the damn street lights. On the way to the elevators we passed the front desk and the lady was drinking a tiny cup of coffee and it so made my day. Back in the hotel room we actually hit up the minibar. One: it was relatively cheap compared to what we were used to, but two (more importantly): we had such limited options. I had another TuKola, this time I added some 3-Year Havana Club for a true Cuba libre cocktail. I was (again) surprised at how many TV channels we got. At first there was nothing on so we just kept flipping channels hoping something would change. In the end I was able to watch 13 Going on 30 with no commercials- much to the detriment of my writing.

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2019 in 1001 Foods, Travel

 

Stupid Burger

A co-worker was recently talking about black garlic and I was like wait, what?! you can get that at a fancy grocery store? (we both said Pusateri’s at the same time after he couldn’t remember the name). I thought it was a seasonal and artisinal thing that you needed to know how to find. This changed everything. I was certain it would be in the 1000 foods book, plus we live downtown so how hard could it be to find?!

Turns out it was harder to find than one would imagine. Pusateri’s did not appear to have it, I asked two employees. I tried calling Whole Foods but no answer so I had to walk over. I collected employees like a katamari rolling through the store. In total I had three people walking me around the store, interviewing me about this black garlic and trying to get more details. In the end we found it in pouches by the regular garlic.

My plan was all set: I would attempt to make the black garlic burger from an episode Bob’s Burgers. The episode made a lot more sense now, trying to chop up the black garlic I could understand why Gene was able to just smoosh it. It was also quite sticky and it did indeed taste like licorice (as the 1000 foods book stated). I mixed it with mayonnaise to make a black garlic aoili.

In the end we had mammoth burgers that had the perfect amount of everything –including mouthfeel– even if the brioche bun started to disintegrate from the grease. And what burger is complete without a homemade pickle and some BBQ kettle chips accouterments?

 
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Posted by on August 11, 2018 in 1001 Foods, Fooding, Uncategorized

 

So That’s a Category?

Turns out BlogTO was not content with having a best bakery and a best cafe category, they had to go and add best bakery-cafe. It was a bit confusing when we first got to Sud Forno. There was a sign saying line-up here for paninis but there were no paninis and no employees. It was a cafeteria set-up, wherein you order your food then grab a table. We went in further and found the paninis but still no employees. We wound our way around the counter to the other side to the baked goods and the register.

In addition to a best-of, we also got to cross some of the 1001 foods off our list: prosciutto, mortadella, torta caprese, and sfogiatelle.

The sandwiches were everything you could ask for: fresh delicious bread, great cheese, amazing meat and lettuce (on the mortadella) and baby spinach (on the prosciutto). So simple yet so damn delicious. The cannoli was subpar, the sfogiatelle was an odd pastry filled with a not-sweet-enough cheese. The real winner was the torta caprese: a chocolate cake made with almond flour. So moist, fluffy yet just the right dense, and so chocolatey- all without being heavy.

I’d go back any day for the sandwich. It was a sandwich. Not a panini. They didn’t warm it up.

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Cheesus

Whenever I spot a cheese I am sure is in the 1000 foods book I buy it. Any excuse for cheese right? Trouble is these are not the usual cheeses I am used to (aka bland Canadian* versions of European cheeses).

Where do I even begin on Gorgonzola? We were at Harvest Wagon (fancy grocery store for fancy people) and I suggested we check out the cheese section. We were there because ~somebody~, who shall remain nameless, purchased parsley instead of dill (we were making dolmas that weekend). Gorgonzola may possibly be the most confused cheese of all time. I have never tasted so many different profiles in my life. It was salty, sweet, umami, creamy with a hard rind, a little bit acidic at times. Each bite was more confusing than the last. It did not help that for my first bite I loaded the cracker sky-high with cheese. I have since learned that gorgonzola is to be eaten in small, tiny portions. Even still, I am not a fan.

Last week I chanced upon parmigiano-reggiano (aka parmesan) cheese at the store and I couldn’t resist. I had read in Real Food/Fake Food that a great way to enjoy it is drizzled with a bit of olive oil. And what do you know, since I had read that book last summer I have only been buying proper olive oil- which just so happened to also be in the 1000 foods book. So convenient! As with most cheeses, I preferred it melted. But it was still good either way.

 

*I have since glanced through a book of good Canadian cheeses and am on the lookout

 
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Posted by on June 19, 2018 in 1001 Foods, Uncategorized

 
 
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