You won’t find a lot of avocado recipes here; that’s because I don’t eat that much avocado anymore…
This wasn’t always so; a long time ago, I ate so much avocado I got sick, then I couldn’t even look at an avocado without wanting to throw up.
The thing that gets me the most is avocado toast; it’s everywhere, looking delicious and tempting but I don’t want to get into them lest I overdo it.
I eat the odd avocado every once in a while, and this is one of my favourite ways to get my fix – in this quick and way avocado hummus. It’s great stuff indeed, fresh, delicious, simple and so easy, it comes together in under fifteen minutes.
The buttery wholesomeness of avocados brings a layer of creaminess, and a rich flavour to the hummus.
Isn’t it amazing how time flies? It was still summer the last we “chatted”; I can’t believe it’s been a whole month since then! Oh well, vacations have a way of disrupting everything, but I suppose that is a good thing.
I’m optimistically back to regular posts now. Although, I must admit that I started working on this particular one a month ago, just before I left for vacation. I was going to use my three-hour layover in Montreal to finish up the post. Instead, I found one of those little airport “spas” and treated myself to a manicure.
Back then, this roasted potato, black rice with crispy chickpeas seemed like the perfect start to autumn, before the pumpkin and squash craze took over.
There’s a building in downtown Vancouver right between West Georgia and Alberni. On one side, there are several large colourful glass-blown flower sculptures encased in an enormous glass cabinet overlooking a series of fountains and shallow step pools. I’ve probably walked by it a million times to and from work, but it took me years to realize that this was artwork by Dale Chihuly.
Occasionally, I’d come across one of Chihuly’s fantastical glass installations; at the lobby of the Victoria and Albert Museum, Kew Gardens a few years back and recently at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. Bright and captivating, his creations were unlike anything I’d seen before.
Knowing he’s a native of the Pacific Northwest, I usually feel strangely proud whenever I chance upon in his stunning artwork in far off places. It also felt a little like “a prophet in his own land” situation since I’d never seen any of his works close to home. Well, except for the piece on that building downtown.
A friend and I went on a fun berry picking adventure a few months ago when summer was still full of promise.
The trek out to the farm took us through bucolic country roads in Ladner, over an old green wooden bridge and onto a charming island with green farmlands and I hear, a bird sanctuary.
We got to work in the field picking strawberries and raspberries, and a few tayberries and black currants for good measure. The strawberries were the sweet tasting kind that bruise easily and stain your fingers. It was too early in the season for other berries, but the few raspberries we picked too were delightfully sweet.
Later on that afternoon we had our first picnic of the season out on the beach; I spent the whole time thinking about the berries and the pies, icebox cakes, salads, crisps, strawberry sauce and all the other ways we’d celebrate this season of berries.
We’ve been a little obsessed with corn lately. We go to the farm market diligently on weekends and cart home ears and ears intensely sweet sweetcorn. In essence, this summer will go down as the one where we rediscovered corn! I made creamed corn for breakfast last weekend; this time with fresh corn, custard powder, coconut milk and lots of nutmeg. I sat out on my breezy little balcony and enjoyed it while watching the street come to life.
Lunch on Sundays is usually a salad, made with whatever produce we’ve managed to grab from the market. Since it’s summer and corn is at its peak, there is likely be corn in our summer salads; It never gets boring.
I was thinking of a fresh hearty and vibrant seasonal salad with this roasted potato and cranberry bean salad. I’ve always liked the idea of beans and potatoes as the herbivore’s version of meat and potatoes.