Day 85. Mmmm Good!

I mentioned, briefly, in yesterday’s post that I had brunch, this past Sunday, with a friend’s daughter and her boyfriend.  We went to the Thompson Diner, one of the restaurants in the very trendy, luxury boutique hotel that opened not all that long ago, in Toronto.  I suggested it because they serve a good breakfast; and, in particular, their pancakes are outstanding.

Don’t believe me?  Think a pancake is a pancake is a pancake?

Well, feast your eyes on this stack.  That’s what I ordered.  Blueberry pancakes.  Yes, they are that huge.  The size of a dinner plate.  Each one is close to a quarter of an inch thick.  And you get three in an order.

Crammed, and I mean crammed full of fresh blueberries.  Topped with even more, and a light dusting of powdered sugar.  I had to have a side of crispy bacon.  After all, what are pancakes without bacon?  And good maple syrup.  Real maple syrup.

The Thompson Diner’s pancakes are the lightest, fluffiest pancakes I have ever eaten.  Trust me on this.  But even so, it is impossible for one person to finish the whole order.  I’ve been there three times now, and the most I’ve ever eaten is half. Continue reading

Day 77. A Craving

I spent practically the whole day yesterday craving Peking duck.  Kind of bizarre, I know.  Not that there’s anything wrong with Peking duck.  I love it.  But it is an odd ‘craving’ to have.  Most people crave sweets, or salty snacks.  And of course we all know what weird things pregnant women crave.  This, however, is unusual.

But, at least in my case, it’s not so surprising.  Here’s what happened.  In the morning I got an email letting me know that a WordPress blogger ‘liked’ one of my posts.  Theirs was not a blog I had seen before, so I immediately clicked on the link.  What was the post that I zeroed in on?  A recipe for Peking duck.  And that was all it took.

That’s all I wanted to eat for the rest of the day.

Mmmmm.  The slivers of moist, yet still crispy duck.  The cucumber.  The scallions.  All wrapped up in those nice, little pancakes.  And the hoisin sauce.  Thinking about it now, it might be the hoisin sauce that I craved the most.  And because it’s me, I always have to add some hot sauce.  There’s one I really love.  Cannot remember what it’s called, but it’s the consistency of mustard.  It’s red, though.  I go through dishes of it.  I put it on everything.

Do you have any idea how easy it would have been for me to get some Peking duck?  There’s a very good Chinese restaurant,  within walking distance to where I live.  In fact, I walked right by it, on my way to get groceries.  So why Continue reading