Mindful of the eventual cookies I will eat later this month, I was in search of a good low-glycemic snack that was easy on the budget. Something that would work on the run and would help me snack smart amongst the holiday prep, meetings and social calls. Coconut flour packs a punch in fibre, protein and flavour, keeping you sated longer than your average muffin.
Gathering around food is natural occurrence, but sometimes life gets in the way. Slowing down and sitting at a set table filled with food and free of cellphones and televisions is an entirely different affair. As the weather gets colder and we lose daylight hours it’s that much easier to justify standing over the stove. During this month of movement I will be gathering with two lovely ladies to break bread. Finding a way to spoil each other with a meal and giving room to let out a healthy rant, or seek advice seems vital in a month filled with reflection and a retreat indoors. Inviting others into my space can quickly flush out loneliness and it is one way that I am strengthening my community in November.
**Disclaimer** This post was meant to be out in early June – funny how springing forward brings me to the beginning of August
Lately, I’ve been pondering the flexibility of eatin’ in season – does the far-reaching California or Florida avocado really line up with the gospel of the widely admired Michael Pollan? The temporal nature of vegetables, fruits and relationships all seem to be trumping any thoughts of summer shenanigans. With a thoughtless neighbour dismembering my rhubarb plant and my hometown of Thunder Bay pounded with snowstorm after snowstorm, I have resorted to farmer’s markets and the local grocery store for my rhubarb fix. This year’s spring with its irksome constitution and wily ways has me feeling a bit discombobulated, a feeling I can’t seem to shake even now in August. Every which way I turn (Toronto, Montreal, NYC, Muskokas) I managed to get soaked, nearly blown away on the streets or alternatively frozen to the bone in some instances. Spring has a funny way of reminding us that even if for only a moment, everything will change.
I come bearing goods… baked goods. Finally, she bakes!
An unfortunate member of the medical community far in the outskirts of the GTA did his best to crush my spirit last week. Luckily, it wasn’t my first time to the picnic – I am certain that my mix of sarcasm and sunshine will set me right as rain any day now. As a result, I haven’t been able to find quite the right words to describe this humble French classic to you all. Hopefully these will do…