My last visit to Montreal, Quebec, was over fifteen years ago. A high school friend and I had decided we would go for a short four-day trip – we’d see some friends who were going to McGill University, relive past memories (our high school art class had went to Montreal as a consolation trip instead …
Tag Archives: breakfast
the three c’s of granola.
It was getting out of control. For the past few months, I had been voraciously eating granola, that I’d been buying at the grocery store. Sacrilege. But wait, it had a cute name! – it was called, “Love Crunch.” But more importantly, it contained chocolate. Oops! Details. The tipping point was when Longer Legs raised …
going for a meander.
Hello. It’s been a while. My hollow legs have been busy. Somewhat. Mostly going between the fridge-stove-counter. But also scrambling up mountains, squatting to look at worms committing suicide on sidewalks, crossing in various patterns while sitting on coffee shop chairs. The brain sitting somewhere above the hollow legs has been busy too, reading cookbooks, imagining …
winter sun granola bars.
Virginia Woolf famously said, “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well” – so I felt it was very important to make some delicious granola bars for the students that came to my yoga/Ayurveda workshop this wintry weekend. We started with a gentle yoga class, took a break for snacks and tea, …
chocolate sourdough.
Homemade chocolate sourdough, studded with chocolate chips, smeared with butter. Breakfast of champions.
retreat-worthy food: granola
I just finished cooking for 21 students at a weekend meditation silent retreat that was led by my yoga teacher, Jonathan Austman! It was a great honour to nourish people as they dedicated themselves to their practice. All the food was vegetarian (actually it was mostly vegan), and made according to Ayurvedic principles. Some students may …
holiday food!
Last week, we decided to skip town for a few days to hide in a cabin and find some peace and quiet. It has been a long prairie winter thusfar with no definite end in sight, but while we are buried under our layers in an effort to stay warm, we might as well enjoy …
Go getter
Ah, spring. A time for sticking your head out of the ground under which you have burrowed for the winter to sniff at the air. And what does it smell like, my woodland creature? Change. While a part of me would rather give a dirty look to those green shoots coming out of the …