This weekend was all about the fresh local fruit, namely berries. We arrived at the E.D. Smith cherry farm bright and early at 8:30am and picked 36 lbs of cherries– 2 buckets each. After that, on a whim, we ended up driving all the way to Niagara-on-the-Lake for a picnic lunch. But on the way back we stopped at a fruit shack and bought local raspberries, saskatoons, strawberries and apricots. Oh, and I also got a jar of local honey made in Beamsville. Just so you know, we didn't keep all 36 lbs of cherries for ourselves!
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Monday, July 20, 2009
Cherries and other berries
Monday, February 9, 2009
Latin grenade (brought to you by C.)
Here's a little Columbian bombshell. They say that this is Shakira's favourite fruit. Called granadilla, this little number is hard on the outside and packs a punch on the inside. The contents of this tropical fruit is kind of like, I hate to say it, sweet phlegm with a tart undertone accompanied by the crunch of sunflower seeds. As the people at Buckley's Mixture might say: "Sounds awful, but it works". Seriously, this description doesn't do this unusual fruit justice, as it makes for an attractive, tasty (and expensive) snack that could best be likened to nature's jell-o.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Fichi in an abandoned village
About an hour away from Siderno is an abandoned medieval village called Pentadatillo (translation: five fingers) because the little peaks of the mountain on which this village once existed look like fingers. During the 1950s, the side of the mountain started to erode and the homes began to crumble, so everyone left and eventually established a new village just a couple of kms away near the base of the mountain. We were curious to see the remains of the village, plus we'd heard a rumour that a hermit still lived there so we took a road trip. While walking among the ruins, C all of a sudden jumps a fence and comes back with… fresh fichi (figs)! You knew there had to be food mixed into this story somewhere, right? Conclusion: the village is now undergoing restoration and the prices for the current broken-down shacks are going up (50 000 euro!), the hermit made his living as a musician but passed away a couple of years ago, and the figs are sweet and abundant in Pentadatillo.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Gina
{Carlo posting about Gina restaurant}
In the heart of it all, yet away from it all, is my favourite Roman woman: Honest Gina. If you want a little break from those annoying tourists who don't know their way around and look like they're getting ready to climb Mt. Everest with their fanny packs and sandals, then head over for a refreshing and light lunch. Gina makes tasty salads and offers seasonal fruit and good ice cream. This place is full of Roman business people talking about set design, fashion shows and their favourite matriciana, so in other words, Roman urban hipsters. Next time you're near the Spanish Steps, definitely check it out. The two salads we had were: tuna with hard boiled egg, and apple, walnut and goat cheese. For dessert, seasonal fruit- one with ice cream and the other with yogurt.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Roman Holiday
Okay, so it's only a 2 day Roman holiday before heading down to the deep south of Italy. But C said that since we are in Rome, we have to partake in a summertime Roman tradition- eating watermelon from a watermelon stand on the side of the road. These are watermelons of Latina, a city just outside of Rome. We went for a watermelon run at 10pm to quench my thirst from the salty Roman cuisine. Just for the record, that's what C told me- that Roman cuisine tends to be salty. Maybe that's why these people need to eat so much watermelon.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I grew this!
I've never had luck with plants. Whether they be plants to look at or plants to eat. But I managed to grow a strawberry plant on my balcony and it actually produced fruit. Fruit that I was able to eat! And it was sweet and tasty.
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