We’ve had one of the hottest summers I can remember. Hardly any rain. Temperatures most days in the mid 30s (mid 90s Farenheit). And with the humidity it felt more like the mid forties. Day after day after day. I am not a fan of cold weather, but even I found the heat almost unbearable.
I was thirsty, more than hungry. And when I did want food, all I really wanted was fruit. Berries, of every description alone, or with yoghurt, cereal or tossed in a salad. Peaches, nectarines and plums that were ripe, juicy and not too sweet. Grapefruit and orange segments, mixed with lime juice and a drop of honey. Honey dew, cantaloup and watermelon, enjoyed by themselves or added to other ingredients to become lovely, light and refreshing meals. Cubes of watermelon, feta, kalamata olives, lime juice and fresh mint, for example. I was eating it by the bowlful.
And then there were the frozen pink lemonade bars I found at Whole foods, that quickly became an addiction. Very low in calories, they’re tart, cold and the perfect antidote to blazing hot temperatures. I couldn’t get enough Continue reading →
Much as I hate to acknowledge that summer’s coming to a close, I know it is; and it has nothing to do with the fact that the days are starting to get shorter. It has nothing to do with all the back-to-school advertising. Or the fact that Toronto’s CNE (Canadian National Exhibition) opened yesterday.
It’s because yesterday, my cleaning lady brought me a paper bag filled with beautiful, sun-ripened tomatoes from her garden. She does it every year at this time. It is an end of summer ritual. And end of summer, means beginning of fall. I love the tomatoes. I love the fall. It’s winter I’m not crazy about, but I’m getting way ahead of myself here. So let’s get back to the food most people call a vegetable but is, in fact, a fruit: The tomato.
I have a love/hate relationship with tomatoes. I don’t like most of the tomatoes available in grocery stores — even high end ‘epicure’ shops. They look beautiful. It’s nice to see all the different varieties, colours, shapes and sizes. But you get them home and they’re tasteless.
So disappointing, because when a tomato’s at its peak there’s nothing more delicious. Which is why I love when my cleaning lady brings me samples from her Continue reading →