Stews are usually my sister’s domain; she makes the tastiest and sauciest stews I’ve ever had, and soups too, savoury and nourishing with comforting heady aromas
You’ll often find her in our little kitchen, busy cutting and slicing vegetables, stirring them into large sizzling pots, seasoning sauces and cooking up hearty and flavourful stews.
My mom when she’s around, would sit at the other end of the dining table chatting idly away as my sister cooks, it’s all very familial and idyllic, and that makes the meals feel more special when we sit down to eat.
I want to bake a cake every weekend for the rest of the final days left in summer, and if it’s sunny, have a leisurely breakfast outside on the balcony. It feels like fall already; temperatures have cooled considerably making it ideal to turn on our ovens again. I’ve been thinking about this double chocolate banana bread for a while now, it’s the sort of ‘everyday’ cake I like to make for breakfast when I want something s little special or crave a comforting morning.
We were supposed to go to Seattle this weekend but it seemed the weather was going to be terrible so we cancelled. The falling Canadian dollar sort of helped that decision along, but in the end, it was wise to cancel because the weather was indeed dreadful. I stayed in bed working on this post with my memories of the last time I was in Seattle and came up with a stay/eat/shop/see/do list for the perfect weekend in Seattle.
Going by train is still my favourite way to get to Seattle from Vancouver. The relaxing scenic four-hour ride (with coastal views) beats the long border waits, plus going through customs is less painful and we save on parking fees by not driving.
When we were kids, my friend W’s dad used to say “easy falafel!” all the time, the way one would say easy peasy or as easy as pie. I didn’t know what a falafel was at the time but I liked the way it sounded so I went about saying “easy falafel” too.
When I had falafel for the first time years later, it was in a sandwich with lettuce, pickled onions and peppers and a tangy tahini dressing – there was nothing easy about it, in fact, it seemed complex and flavourful, and I loved it!
I finally gave up and gave my Costco-sized stash of coconut flour away. In the many months that I had it, I made some breakfast porridge and added a few spoonfuls into toppings for fruit crisp.
Since I hadn’t made a dent in it and wasn’t sure about its self-life, I gave it to my next-door neighbour, who loves it and puts it in his shakes and smoothies regularly for its high fibre content.
I offered the coconut flour to my neighbour in gratitude of sorts; he moved into my building last year from France and has had to deal with a barrage of questions from me about his home country – Having lived in Paris for years, he’s not as enamoured with it as I am, but he indulges me.