Dew Drop Dreams

 

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I overheard someone on public transit today who said that until they see buds starting on the trees, it is nowhere close to spring. I agree with you mystery man, the trees don’t lie. Dreams of picturesque dew drops are haunting me. Perhaps it was the warm glow of sunlight this evening or my endless planning to go on a holiday, but folks, I went out hunting for a succulent out-of-season melon.

This winter season sweets haven’t tempted me as they usually do. Cookies and cake have made way for the whole grain gluten free muffin recipe I have been perfecting.  Fresh on the heels of reading Spirit Junkie, I was reminded of my tendency to put work, social obligations, errands, finance planning first and foremost. Planning and fluctuating task lists will always afoot, so you’ve got to arm yourself with food to bring you joy and clean fuel.

Matcha is bringing the antioxidants, maca is levelling out our adrenals, ginger is regulating our circulation and killing off some bad news bacteria, cucumber is settling our stomach and our skin.

Shed your muffin top and juice up some of the Dew Drop.

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Dew Drop Juice

half of a ripe honeydew melon

1 ruby red grapefruit, organic

half of a medium sized cucumber

a 1 inch junk of fresh ginger

1 teaspoon of powdered maca

½ tsp of organic matcha powder

Combine ingredients in a blender until smooth, run through a sieve or nut milk bag, for an extra silky, smooth juice. If you have a juicer,  juice the produce and then put it in a blender for a quick blitz to combine the powders.

Enjoy!

-T

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Pumpkin Lovin’

I promised you something tasty to eat the other day, but instead one of my favourite felines got very sick and had to be rushed off to the animal hospital. Luckily, he is now slowly on the mend and I had the chance to take note of what I have managed to eat and sip on lately.

Pick a pumpkin,  breakfast is up – come get it!

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How d’ya like them apples?

This year I took fruit picking to the next level – well, for a Northern girl that is. Growing up I longed for sweet Canadian peaches, pears and apples. But, the growing season in my neck of the woods wasn’t conducive to that kind of fare. Funny thing about living in the Bay is that we had more ready access to B.C. fruit than the significantly closer Southern Ontario counterparts.

Growing up I can’t remember much of any apples to speak of – crabapples grow at my mother’s childhood home, and that was as close as we got. We were always throwing together some kind of jelly admits snacking and throwing the cores at each other for fun. Crababbles weren’t quite as inspiring in the kitchen as they seem to be these days.

Now, this year I got organized. Peaches and Apples were finally within my grasp! Not to mention the purple mulberries that I nonchalantly picked off neighbourhood trees throughout the city.

First I was treated to sweet, freestone peaches from a family friend’s Christmas Tree farm that just happened to be adorned with a handful of trees. And now, apples! Let’s take a bite out of life, shall we?

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Hidden Rose Apple

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Here for a good time… not a long time!

**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.

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