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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Bon Appétit!
It was long overdue...we finally started our collection of Le Creuset cookware when I gifted Jesee with a 5.2L Round French Oven at Christmas. Choosing the colour was a piece of cake, as Flame is the original colour from this longstanding product line and also happens to be Jesee's favourite colour.
We mulled over what should be the first dish cooked in this vibrant orange vessel, agreeing that it should be memorable since our children would be inheriting this culinary legacy. The choice was almost too obvious when we decided on Julia Child's Bœuf Bourguignon. I remember being amused by her kitchen blunders on her cooking shows, and watching Meryl Streep portray her so accurately in Julie & Julia, rekindled the love for some classic French cooking.
Not one to ever follow a recipe as written, Jesee added his own touches here and there. It resulted in all of us feeling as if we had died and gone to heaven; sadly there was barely enough for leftovers the next evening *oink*
We have since enjoyed numerous fragrant and flavourful stews in our beloved enameled cast iron pot including one of our all time favourites - Estafado de Pulpo (pictured below). I'm so glad I invested in our Le Creuset casserole, as it only encourages more lovin' in the kitchen.
One night during one of Vancouver's famous torrential downpours, we popped into La Taqueria for a quick bite to get out of the rain and warm up.
The countless online rave reviews prompted us to try this little hole in the wall. It was a fantastic finger-licking experience, as we devoured authentic tacos of Cochinita Pibil (pork in achiote and orange sauce), De Lengua (braised pemberton meadows beef tongue) and Rajas Con Crema (roasted poblano peppers with creamed corn, sour cream and mexican cheese).
Service was friendly, attentive and efficient and yes indeed, they are the best tacos in Vancouver!
Another hidden gem we need to give a shout out to is Pepe and Gringo's up in Squamish. On our way down from Whistler after a great weekend of Christmas sales, we met up with friends who recommended this because it had something for everyone - always a good thing when you're too tired to give much thought to what you really feel like eating.
The day seemed to never end, as we cautiously drove in the foggy winter conditions on the winding, unfinished highway of the Sea-to-Sky. We arrived cold and consumed. After reviewing the menu and reading that they served both Chicken Vindaloo and Butter Chicken accompanied with naan bread and rice, it was a no brainer...or was it?
Jesee and I had been listening to the eastern flavours of the Buddha Chillout Lounge which is what fostered our craving for Indian food in the first place, but who in their right mind orders Indian food from a restaurant called Pepe and Gringo's in Squamish, BC?
In short, our meals were incredibly flavourful, perfectly spiced and well presented. It far exceeded our expectations and I had to ask our server, "By any chance are the chefs in the kitchen Indian?". We had our "a-ha" moment and continued to lick our plates clean.
Once again, cheery, friendly service and honest food will surely bring us back for another go at this neighbourhood fave (tucked away behind the Chevron station).
Poor little piggies. They have received such a bum rap with this H1N1 outbreak (formerly known as the Swine Influenza). I was most disturbed to hear about the over reaction of the Egyptian government ordering the slaughter of some 300,000 plus pigs as a result of this epidemic.
Pork is good. We love pork. We are not afraid and will pay homage to the almighty pig. To begin with, how about...
Philippine style lechón, stuffed crown roast of pork, salt-roasted pork tenderloin, chorizo with aioli, jamon and olives, sautéed green beans with pancetta, head cheese and salami or pulled-pork sandwiches, cassoulet with pork confit, rillette on a crispy French baguette, pigs feet stewed in Chinese vinegar, honey garlic spareribs, crispy pigs' ears, bratwurst and sauerkraut, split pea soup with smoked pork hock, bacon and eggs sunny side up and what started my love affair with pork...char sui sandwiches on lightly toasted, Miracle Whip smothered Wonderbread found weekly in my Charlie's Angels (I was Sabrina) lunchbox.
As I write this, I just now realize how much pork dominates our diet. Last night during dinner with friends, a few of us talked about how much we loved pork and how we could not understand how anyone could not love this versatile "other white" meat. I then proceeded to share the story of the time we roasted a 50 kilo swine so divine; it started off a little uncertain as we repeatedly rammed the steel rod into Wilbur's arse in order to cook it over the make-shift fire pit in an old bathtub. Surely all were tightly clenching their buttocks, as my visually and vocally descriptive account of this moment had just assured the few pork-haters at the table that they could never be converted. They have no idea what they're missing.
As much as we love pork, I'm not sure if we are even in the running against our fellow pork devotee, Rob Bailey, the beloved Duke of Pork, who recently posted about his faux pas whilst in India. I say to you Mr. Bailey, "I'm sure you were as popular as a pork chop in a synagogue."
One thing led to another and now we're hooked. About six weeks ago I purchased a bar of Lindt Fleur de Sel chocolate from a promotional display. The first hit resulted in pure pleasure; unexpected crunches of delicate Fleur de Sel crystals enveloped in 47% dark chocolate excellence caused a frenzy in our mouths. It went so well with our bottle of Merlot and disappeared before one could say, "It's even better than sex!".
Not as readily available as some of the other varieties, it made for several weeks of some serious withdrawal symptoms. Desperate and determined, I was elated when I finally found a supply at the Lindt Boutique at Sears on Robson Street. Now the challenge remains on how to ration these fine pieces of chocolate goodness.
Recently, Jesee and I were both invited to be guest judges for a Mediterranean "throw-down" that included some tasty dishes of Chicken Marsala, Lamb Tagine and Greek Chicken Estofado to name a few. Since we were with a group of fellow foodies, we knew they would be worthy of one of our precious bars of chocolate. As expected - another addict, maybe even two were created.
As a young child, Jesee was taught to collect his own sea salt by filling a cotton handkerchief that was placed into the concave surface of a large rock with sea water. Choosing a rock with maximum sun exposure will speed up the evaporation process, leaving one with a glistening salty treasure upon their return at the end of the day.
Needless to say, Fleur de Sel is a staple in our kitchen, but we also stock Murray River and Maldon sea salts, as each has it's own place in Jesee's ever growing repertoire.
While surfing around for recipes that marry the flavours of sea salt and chocolate, I came across celebrity chef, Rob Feenie's recipe for Chocolate Fleur de Sel Meringues. This definitely tops the list for quick and easy desserts, but for something that requires a little more skill, you may want to try Thomas Haas' Chocolate Caramel with Fleur De Sel. Both are sure to feed the need for the next fix.
Three eccentric Spaniards all with a common passion to create dramatically visual art which is subjective to the eye of the beholder.
Ferran Adrià, world renowned chef of El Bulli has created much controversy amongst food purists that describe his unparallelled dishes as molecular gastronomy. While this type of experimental fare doesn't really tickle our culinary appetite, there is a morbid curiosity within us to go just for the adventure. With limited reservations (open June to December) accepted only on one single day in October for the following year, I would hope that my U2 ticket buying experience rubs off ;)
In preparation for a recent photo shoot with Martin Krzywinski from Lumondo Photography, I directed Jesee to create some extraordinary pieces for himself and not just something uninspired for the mainstream market. One of the results was this pair of three-dimensional hematite and crystal earrings...a purely unconscious resemblance to Gaudi's avant-garde design of La Sagrada Familia...crazy minds think alike.
This Thursday, March 12th is the annual Dining Out for Life event, where 25% of all food revenue sold from participating restaurants is donated to support local people living with AIDS/SIDA.
Every little bit helps...PLEASE dine out for life.
The much anticipated opening of a new food establishment at Artisan Square has finally arrived.
About three months ago while attending a soiree at the Gilt Studio Gallery, I found myself peering through the windows of the then closed-down and vacant Galley Bistro dreaming of what "I" would do with this space - as it has so much potential.
That same evening, we were delighted to learn that Julie and Christophe of Tuscany's along with chef Thierry Mohrbach were about to embark on a new venture in this very location. With their proven success at Tuscany's, I am certain that Artisan Eats will mark yet another notch on their belts.
Wholesome homemade foods and a view to feed the soul - all under one roof!
The sold-out Feast for Foodies event at Tuscany's was a big hit! Fifty Spanish aficionados were treated to an evening of hardcore paella y flamenco. The menu consisted of four tapas dishes, Jesee's infamous paella and to fittingly end a royal evening...the Queen's cake.
Menu
Calamares a la Plancha Croquetas de Bacalao Chorizos a las Llamas Patatas Bravas Paella Mallorquina Pastele de la Reina
The paella measured 81cm (32") in diameter and required two REAL men to carry it to the table!
Then it was time to comer y callar. Salud, dinero y amor!
Last night we celebrated Rob Bailey's 50th birthday at a private and intimate gathering of twenty-something at Tuscany's on Bowen Island. You can view all the gory details on Rob's blog, where he documents his family's seven month journey from Canada to India in search of real Indian food.
While we envy their impending gastronomic adventure, we're going to dearly miss sharing our joint passions for food and drink where often the mere mention of swine can bring on a mouth orgasm, much like the crown roast of pork prepared by Christophe and Rob did last night. *succulent slurps*
Preparation of the paella was a good dry run for Jesee's upcoming appearance at Tuscany's Feasts for Foodies (una Noche en España) on December 10th . As the guest chef, he will prepare an authentic menu of delectable tapas and paella. Entertainment will be provided by Juan de Marias and Mimbre Flamenco. For reservations to this festive evening, call 604.947.0550.
Should you wish to leave the car at home, try taking the Bowen Island Express, a convenient water taxi service that runs hourly from Granville Island to Bowen Island in 20 minutes.
I'd like to share again, a quote that holds true in our home...
“To be a gourmet you must start early, as you must begin riding early to be a good horseman. You must live in France, your father must have been a gourmet. Nothing in life must interest you but your stomach.”
Last night we were dining with a group of our friends at one of our favourite restaurants, the Salade de Fruits Cafe Bistro, when we came across an item on the menu that needed clarification - Noix de St. Jacques.
Literally translated, it means St. Jack's Nuts...which begs the question, "How large is the serving?"
This morning I was flipping through drooling over a Mallorcan cookbook that we had brought back from Spain when I came across the recipe for sardines frites.
Luckily, today was the annual Hats Off Day celebration in Burnaby Heights and once again, the Fortuna Bakery was cooking up grilled sardines - a Portuguese specialty.
Everywhere you turned, there was food and music for everyone. This charming eighty-six years young man entertained us on the accordion with his golden fingers all afternoon.
We didn't actually get to polka, but could not help but chime in when he played "Qué Será, Será".
Let us not forget that today was the kick-off of Euro 2008 and Portugal beat Turkey 2 to 1!
*A big screen TV at the back of the bakery kept us all informed!
Like the troopers that we are, Karli and I happily supported the team spirit with makeshift sangrias made with Sumol :)
Yesterday, we did a home party for a customer that we met at the VGH Craft Market last month. Magnanimous Maggie invited her fellow Singaporean friends, family and neighbours to her spacious home on the hill for an afternoon of tea and shopping...lots of shopping.
Both her very lovely mother and mother-in-law were busy making fresh, tasty sweets in the kitchen all afternoon, while the laughter amongst her mah jong mates echoed throughout her home. As they all helped one another pick out jewelry, I stood back and watched the dynamics of their very own Joy Luck Club. I am both envious and sad that this is lacking in my life.
It's not so much about friends (we are blessed with great ones), as it is about the coming together of generations and missing my grandparents. It was always about food and breaking bread together. Memories of my grandmothers making parcels of sticky rice wrapped in lotus leaves are etched upon me. I ache for the pungent smells of Chinese mushrooms and dried shrimp, pan-fried turnip cakes and most of all - salted fish.
Growing up in a predominantly lo fan neighbourhood, it was embarrassing inviting friends over to my house and having layers of newspaper spread across the balcony with dead fish drying in the sun that stunk like nobody's business! Jesee is the most adventurous gourmand I know, but "stinky" fish is not on his top-ten list. I'm not sure what his problem is, since he grew up with bacalao?
I close my eyes and can vividly remember the clatter of mah jong tiles lulling me to sleep right after a late night snack of congee and Chinese donuts...
Living in an inter-racial marriage allows us (and our children) to have the best of both worlds, but sometimes due to our cultural differences, we are missing that unspoken understanding.
I am certain that I was French in another lifetime. Je parle français comme une vache espagnole, but somehow I am fluent in my dreams!
When I first met Jesee, I had just returned from a stint in France and interestingly enough, he was practicing the I Ching - although we may not fill those cultural voids for one another completely, we are each others Yin and Yang.
Photo: The abandoned and dilapidated home of my paternal grandparents in Guangdong, China.
This Saturday we're going to wake up and smell the blossoms at the 1st Annual Bike the Blossoms event.
Lallygagging together with a group of friends and visitors, we'll be doing two of our most favourite things...cycling and eating! Encouraged to both cycle and eat slooowly as part of the Slow Food Movement, we'll be exploring and refuelling throughout various Vancouver neighbourhoods. There will be no energy bars or power gels on the menu, just pure yummy goodness.
In the true spirit of celebrating cherry blossoms, I'd love to stop off at the 900 West Lounge to indulge in a Chocolate Martini kissed with a splash of Cherry Brandy, but I don't believe our bike gear is considered "smart casual" attire. *grin*
*Note: Since my first chocolate martini and the many others since...Karli and I have touted this as one of the best we've ever had the pleasure of sipping!
Chocolate Martini
2 shots Vodka 1 shot Creme de Cacao (clear, not dark) splash of Cherry Brandy
After much awaited anticipation, we recently acquired our Octopus Pot that we commissioned from Bowen artist, Jeanette Wrenshall.
Jeanette is incredibly talented and does beautiful work, but this has exceeded our expectation in spades! The rich combination of terra cotta and sangria red topped with an animated espresso octopus are absolutely gorgeous and captures the Spanish mood perfectly. This is sure to be one of our most treasured pieces of functional art.
We are looking so forward to christening this pot with Jesee’s Pulpo Cocido (Octopus Stew) along with some crusty bread and a bottle of Vinho Verde.
This Saturday, there will be two events celebrating the pleasures of French culture in Vancouver.
Once again we will be participating at the Marché de Noël 2007 . It's a charming little market that embraces and supports the francophone artist community. Market hours are 10h00 to 15h00.
Avez-vous faim? Drop by the adjoining Salade de Fruits for lunch or a light snack after you shop. We've dined at this cozy café bistro for breakfast, lunch and dinner (not all in one day!) and have never been disappointed.
If all zis is not enough French culture for you, zen you should pop by Edie's Hats down at Granville Island for a taste of la vie parisienne.
The fertile land and warm, sunny Mediterranean climate definitely makes everything in Spain taste better. Eating in Spain is a social experience that is the nucleus of Spanish culture. Coming back to Vancouver was a bit of a culinary let-down, as impromptu gatherings with family and friends are not so easy when you don't live in a small town like Sóller.
Here are blurbs of some very memorable foods we enjoyed and very much miss.
An unbelievably yummy cup of café con leche is available at every bar/cafe for only 1.25€. No need to queue or ramble some lengthy description to a perky barista only to receive a mediocre beverage. Just good, honest coffee.
Ensaimadas are a traditional Mallorcan pastry that is often imitated, but never duplicated. This delectable sweet is worth the price of the plane ticket to get there!
The endless assortment of olives and cured hams from the local market can make a grown man cry of happiness. Tease him with patatas bravas baked in duck fat and that will send him over the edge.
Cocas are a Mallorcan pizza that are often served as appetizers or snacks. It is similar to their French cousin, la pissaladière.
I could not eat enough figs during our stay. Always keeping an eye out for a fig tree, my brother-in-law taught me that the best tasting figs are the ones that you steal. I got use to his little disappearances during our strolls :o)
It is without a doubt that the flan (also known as crème caramel) is the quintessential comfort food. You can keep your Ben & Jerry's cuz I've got flan - and none of that store-bought kind either.
September 2002...we were in the midst of moving from a 2200 sq ft home to a 900 sq ft apartment. This was character building at it's best. Darkness had set upon us and the lighting hadn't been set up yet. We were fatigued and hungry, so we stopped momentarily to discuss dinner. We stared at the stacks of boxes around us and cooking was not an option.
After ten years of being a host family to a plethora of international students, we decided to call it quits and move on to a different lifestyle allowing us more freedom. At our last meal with the students, they presented us with a gift certificate for Tojo's (knowing that is was up there in our list of favourite sushi bars). *big appreciative smiles*
We have been fortunate enough to dine at Tojo's several times in the past, but never at the Omakase Bar. This was the only seating available on such short notice on a Saturday evening. Upon arrival our seats were not ready, so we indulged in drinks of umeshu on the rocks while we waited. The first time I tried this delicious plum liqueur was on our first date in nineteen eighty-seven. I fell in love...not just with the drink.
When it was time to plunk ourselves at the bar (literally, as we were sooo tired), we were putty in the hands of Tojo san. He asked us if we had any food allergies or preferences and we gave him the green light to knock our socks off.
It was an evening of multiple mouth orgasms. Under the spell of our ever so charming host, Tojo san ensured that we were satisfied with each and every morsel of tapas-sized dishes we consumed.
We raised the white flag before we crossed the line of gluttony and asked for the bill. Leaving with a MUCH lighter wallet and most definitely sated, the pleasure was all ours. Tojo's omakase bar is an experience not to be missed, especially one of his little parchment parcels...gochiso sama deshita!
The weekend weather forecast is looking somewhat iffy (duh, it is opening day at the PNE), but that isn't going to stop the Bailey's annual pig roast from happening.
Succulent roast suckling pig fresh off the spit is one of life's little pleasures that I'd gladly partake in anytime, but not this time...
While Jesee goes solo at the Saturday market and swine fest, I'll be celebrating at the much anticipated wedding of Vincent and Monica. You can always count on a wedding to provide some drama - the dynamics between two different cultures (Filipino and Russian Jewish) should prove to be très amusant. Bartender, another vodka please!
Literally: Breaking wind, closing buttocks Interpretation: There's no point in squeezing your buttocks after you have farted. Ahso!
This tasty and refreshing Japanese inspired cucumber salad with a rice vinegar dressing was awaiting me upon my arrival home. We also ate chirashizushi made with maguro and brown rice (chowed down before I could get the camera out). *licking lips*
It all started when our friend Anne-Marie prepared this delicious Provençal pizza for us last weekend...
Today I arrived at home to the most pleasant aroma of pissaladière crisping in the oven. The combination of caramelized onions, anchovies, olives and fresh thyme were married with a little twist from Jesee ... artichokes and capers. Jesee's interpretation of this classic from Nice, resulted in an unbelievable mouth orgasm.
As we relished this taste of home, memories of lavender fields and pétanque came rushing through - perhaps it's time to dig out the copy of A Year in Provence for another read?
The big musical event happening in Vancouver this weekend is the Virgin Festival held at the Thunderbird Stadium on the grounds of UBC today and tomorrow ONLY. Rain or shine, we're looking forward to catching one of our favourite DJ's, Andrew Pacey, as well as Billy Talent, My Chemical Romance, The Killers and much, much more!
If you happen to be craving a falafel while you're out and about on the West Side, stop by Shawarma Plus at 3134 West Broadway. It's a little hole in the wall, but owner Simon Karsyente does not disappoint with his meticulously prepared pita filled with crispy falafel balls, hummus, pickles, fresh lettuce and tomatoes drizzled with a perfectly seasoned secret sauce.
Speaking of holes in the wall, if you're looking for a no frills Brazilian, for a mere twenty-five dollars, I highly recommend Pari, who is located just a few blocks further down at 3427 West Broadway (conveniently next door to another favourite discovery). Pari offers no nonsense, experienced aesthetic services at the back of Majidian's barber shop. For appointments or information call (604) 222-2281.
As predicted, the rain hasn't let up...so in honour of typical Spring weather in Vancouver, I think we'll leave the sunscreen and bug spray at home and pack a few extra layers of rain gear instead. Onwards and upwards!
We were long overdue for another viewing of Casino Royale. The first time around was from the second row on opening night and I barely made it out of the theatre with my head spinning from trying to focus on the screen. Since that night, I'd been yearning to return for an encore performance from the latest Bond, Daniel Craig. *shameless drooling*
For our pre-theatre dinner, we dropped into to the newly opened Lombardo's Pizzeria around the corner from the Paramount Theatre. Once a regular at their Commercial Drive location (but, not since the mid 90's), we had great expectations.
The four of us shared a large Classico Calzone (tomatoes, two kinds of cheese, salami and ham) and a couple of salads. Service was very pleasant and the food was good, but not exceptional. The lack of artwork and decor on the walls (although soon to arrive) not only felt cold and uninviting, but made for very poor acoustics, especially at our table tucked away in the corner under the balcony. It was near impossible to converse with our friends without shouting across the table and our hideaway seemed to suck up all the surrounding babble like a vacuum.
Given that Lombardo's is conveniently located next to the Paramount, a prix fixe menu would be a nice option for theatre-goers who need to dine and dash (because sitting in the front row is no way to watch a film). I have faith that once they iron out the kinks and find their groove, it could be a very haute spot indeed.
Lombardo's Pizzeria & Ristorante 970 Smithe Street Vancouver, BC 604-408-0808
We recently received an email from our dear friend, Mat in Switzerland, who reminisced about his sojourn in Vancouver. During Mat's stay with us we had some great times, but one of the most memorable would be of a time where eight of us broke bread together over a fourteen course Mediterranean potluck dinner that began at seven in the evening with the last morsel consumed sometime after two o'clock in the morning!
The Spanish in Jesee must have escaped him because he clearly didn't serve us tapas, which was what everyone expected (according to the menu). The seven dishes that he had prepared (some up to a week in advance) were of epic portions and by the end of the evening we felt much like French geese days before the big slaughter.
Although there was also much wine consumed, it was impossible to feel more than a light buzz with our tummies bursting at the seams. If memory serves me right, we went into hibernation later that morning.
Tapas and Wine Tasting Chez Mongeot
On Saturday, the twelfth of January Two thousand and two
Tapenade moroccan olives, extra virgin olive oil crostini Vino de Jerez, Spain
Ensalada Morisca à la Jesee finely diced tomatoes, sweet onions, radishes, carrots, cucumbers, italian parsley, mint, lemon & olive oil dressing
Chorizo con Preves Torrads chorizo sausage, grilled red peppers, roasted potatoes, saffron aoli Sangria
Gambas al Ajillo sautéed jumbo shrimp, garlic and more garlic Casal Garcia Vinho Verde, Portugal
Ceviche scallops, prawns, squid, catch of the day, jalapeño peppers, sweet onions, citrus marinade Freixenet Cava, Spain
Tripa de Res spicy stew of beef tripe, fresh bacon, bay leaves, saffron sofraguit Mongeot Rioja 2000
Lombo Assado roasted pork loin, pimento sauce Cabernet Franc 1999, Calona Artist Series, BC
Lengua de Cerdo con al Caparras slow-cooked pork tongue, caper sauce Undurraga Cabernet Sauvignon 2000, Chile
Eggplant Parmigiana classic Italian served with herbed polenta Ecco Domani 1999 Merlot, Italy
Polvo à Terceirence tender octopus, tomato and beer reduction Peju Chardonnay, Napa Valley
Moelas Refogadas braised chicken gizzards Portuguese style Quinta du Cachão 1999, Portugal
Baked Stuffed Apples Taylor’s Fladgate Reserve Port, Portugal
French Brie with Fresh Fruit served with vanilla yogurt sauce Madeira, Portugal
Sorbetto del Limone Segura Viudas Brut Reserva Cava, Spain
We started doing our Christmas shows immediately after Hallowe'en, so by the time Christmas actually rolls around...we're already tired of it! There is such a thing as too much Christmas and now we're recovering from Christmasitis. Symptoms include sensitivities to the Chipmunk Song and liquored-up old geezers posing as the really jolly St. Nick.
Every weekend has been designated to either a show or a holiday party, which usually involves an overload of high-calorie goodies and not so Muzak to my ears. The doctor of the house recommends a natural home remedy - hit the trails and embrace the sun and fresh air. Check.
A couple of low-keyed and enjoyable things we did this season was go on a Christmas Light tour on our bikes and watch The Holiday. Personally, this sweet, romantic comedy is most memorable for the beautiful English scenery and I'm not referring to Jude Law, though he was most pathetically adorable. It's a typical chic flic - predictable and mindless entertainment, but amusing nonetheless.
What was more impressive is the Rio Theatre on Broadway. This cozy, single-screen theatre has a wonderful, warm and fuzzy feel to it, where there aren't any crowds of rambunctious adolescence to contend with, plenty of free street parking and comfortable seats for a mere $8.00. With the convenience of Skytrain and a number of restaurants and cafés just around the corner, I selfishly hope this little gem stays undiscovered a wee bit longer.
We were quite pleased to see mucho recommendations of Spanish wines including the Segura Viudas Brut "Reserva", a Mongeot family staple. With only 3 down and 97 bottles to go, we should be in fine shape as we ring in the New Year.
Speaking of fine shape...as the season comes to an end and life gets back into the groove, I am preparing myself for a tortuous month of Survivor Boot Camp, a Christmas pressie to myself. As I'm a bit of a fair-weather commuter, I haven't been on the bike as much as I would like, hence the affliction of junk in the trunk that needs tending to.
ANOTHER pressie to myself was a pair of women-specific Nike AIR MAX N-Dorfin 3 Rollerblades that promises to transform me into an "inline goddess". Hmm, complemented with a pair of our goddess earrings, nothing can stop me now...
After setting up our table in advance for the Marché de Noël, we decided to dine at the centre's in-house bistro, Salade de Fruit. We have heard much praise for this intimate and cozy hideaway, so when opportunity presented itself, we could not resist. Jesee and I both indulged in the generous portions of Moules et Frites et Canard Confit. The mussels were absolutely the freshest and most tender we've ever enjoyed and the succulent duck confit resting on a bed of sauce à cassis created an emotional excitement within us. All this superbness accompanied by a carafe of wine, crackling Piaf and an Eiffel Tower Christmas tree looking over us gets two thumbs up from Tapas and Dim Sum.
Two weeks ago on opening night, we watched and loved Casino Royale and we were curious to find out why people were fussing about Happy Feet. Heartwarming and adorable as it was, it didn't do a whole lot for me like Daniel Craig did. He's really all THAT and a bag of chips.
Truth be known, going to the cinema was more about me finding a place to rest my weary feet for a few hours before we headed to the Lotus Lounge for a night of dancing. Resident DJ Andrew Pacey was playing an early set which suited us old dudes just fine. As we zoned out and let loose to the progressive house beat, the age thing became less evident...that is until we ran out of juice.
During my commute home today, I was thinking about how much cyclists put themselves at risk while sharing the roadways with motor vehicles. Everyday is a bit of a crapshoot and I consider myself lucky when I arrive home unscathed.
There's always the lunatic driver who honks his horn - just because and to that, I shake my head. Today I got a little toot from a driver, but it was followed with a shaka/Rock On/ILY hand sign commonly used by mountain bikers, so I smiled and signed back.
Once again I live to ride another day.
Wok in a Box
I recently checked out the website for a new restaurant in Kitsilano called The Noodle Box. A funky Far Eastern food concept whose menu has me hankering for some Spicy Peanut Noodles served in Chinese take-out boxes with the wire handles. You know what I mean, the kind of boxes that you always see people eating out of on the telly?
Soon I will check out more than just their site...stay tuned for a foodies critique.
Last night after a beautiful day at the Saturday market, we presented ourselves at Rob and Laurel's for their annual pig roast. Their newly renovated homestead overlooking the ocean and the mainland beyond was the perfect setting for this gathering of victuals and spirits.
It was not long before we were engaged in conversation with fellow foodies Julie and Christophe Langlois from Tuscany's and Park Heffelfinger of Memphis Blues BBQ House fame. Watching grown men salivate and get excited about cooking is sooo sexy!
The aroma of garden fresh rosemary and garlic emitting from this succulent other white meat was begging to be carved.
Served up with honest Southern fixins' of baked beans, potato salad, corn bread and slaw, there was barely room for one of Laurel's famous desserts. Because it just wouldn't be darn polite to say no, like gracious guests, we obliged.
Unlike Sweet Potato Queens, we rolled out like pumpkins in the wee hours of darkness hurtin' for some antacids and beauty sleep.
The soothing sounds of a man-made fountain outside our bedroom lulled us right to sleep. Only hours later, the vibrant sunlight peaked through the windows inviting us to wake up and take in the magnificent vista from the deck.
Since today was a planned and much needed vacation day away from the market, an alfresco brunch at Tuscany's was in order. Neither Jesee nor I are fans of pancakes, but we had to sample the very much talked about, Mother Theresa's Lemon & Ricotta Pancakes. As promised...they were simply divine. Italian folksongs sweetly playing in the background and Peach Bellinis gratis from co-owner and maitre d' extraordinaire, Julie was the icing on the slice of paradise we hope to one day call home.
As tornado-like winds ripped through the market and Snug Cove Saturday morning, vendors were hanging on to their tents and wares for dear life. It was strong enough to take down this tree along the main road, which would then create a bit of a havoc as it hit the powerlines and left most of Bowen without electricity.
It was most fortunate that there was a detour available through Cates Hill Road to get to the other side of the island, otherwise the backlog of ferry traffic could have been darn ugly.
Desperately in need of warmth and fuel, we packed up early and headed up to Artisan Square to grab a late lunch at The Galley Bistro with our friends Holly and David.
Other than the quick hellos in the ferry queue, we haven't had much time to catch up. They haven't participated in the market this year due to their ever growing business and since they also had no power at their gallery, we called this impromptu rendezvous a divine intervention. This was also an opportunity for David to give us a personal invite to celebrate Holly's birthday next weekend. *wink*
The absence of light on this cloudy day made for a somewhat romantic ambiance. Only cold plates were being offered...so wine and a Lazy Fisherman sandwich next to the fireplace it was.
Tonight we celebrated the birthdays of brothers Walt and Collin and our dear friend, Paul's 50th with one of Jesee's killer paellas.
Loaded with plenty of goodness from the sea, both surf and turf lovers alike consumed this masterpiece with contented happiness.
While we ate the birthday Schwarzwaelder Kirschtorte that was lovingly prepared by Elfriede, we sat back and enjoyed the view of the endless* cruise ships sailing by at sunset.
Niklaus led the group in German folk songs, as we all held hands and pretended to sing along before laughing at our silly selves. Prost and more champagne please!
Danke Walt and Laura for sharing your hearts and your home and graciously hosting another hübsch event.
Here are a few quotes that might help you better understand what it's like to live with an artist...
To be a gourmet you must start early, as you must begin riding early to be a good horseman. You must live in France, your father must have been a gourmet. Nothing in life must interest you but your stomach.
The true gourmet, like the true artist, is one of the unhappiest creatures existent. His trouble comes from so seldom finding what he constantly seeks: perfection.
It was hardly considered appropriate dinner conversation, but I was fully prepared to educate MJ and his lady friend on the benefits of a hardwood over carpet...
Remembering the first time Jesee and I rode with MJ as our JH Pedals & Pints ride leader, we joked about his then preconception of me - a couple of stitches, a broken finger and a concussion later, he didn't think this fashionista would have it in her to tough it out.
Ahem, please do not call me princess or pay close attention to my wounded legs during riding season, thank you.
Long life for the crazy people...
With slick salesman style, MJ cashed in on a year old dinner invite, but we were very glad to see him nevertheless. Seemingly, he has recovered from a laceration to his liver after an endo on Upper Oil Can AND has found his mojo again. So much, that he's looking to buy a duckadeeDucati.
Our tummies were already full with an appy of phyllo pastries stuffed with an ice shrimp, grilled jalapeño, carmelized onion and asiago concoction before taking on a hearty paella and finishing with a strawberry mousse. Attention people: ALL DIETS ARE OFF.
There was the inevitable biking babble - i.e. the über fun ride last week at Galbraith Mountain with Chris and Karli, the need for speed or the itch to up our forks and shocks because everyone wants six inches in the rear, right?
The icing on the cake this night was MJ's friend wanting to shop. She couldn't help but pick out a few crackerjack pieces for herself when she laid eyes on our Swarovski treasures. MJ, we like those kinds of friends - you can invite yourself to dinner anytime!
Danika Schroeter, currently Canada’s top female downhill mountain bike racer is heading to Vigo, Spain to compete in the World Cup competition at the end of this month.
It was only a short time ago that we met Danika and heard about her upcoming trip to Vigo, the largest European fishing port located in the northwest of Spain. We were so inspired by her desire to break into the international circuit, that we proposed our culinary services for her benefit to help fund her travelling expenses.
Of course we are presenting a Spanish menu which will include the most authentically spiced chorizos we've found outside of España (thanks to a sweet deal from Schneider Foods), gambas al ajillo and an array of delectable tapas complimented with Jesee's famous sangría.
Come join us for an evening of comida de Dioses, flamenco, door prizes and a silent auction, which of course includes goddess jewelry from Izzy and Buds. Meet fellow riders, other foodies and a community of supporters to benefit Danika Schroeter's journey to international acclaim.
Tickets are $25.00 and available from Izzy & Buds or Danika Schroeter. Limited tickets available at the door.
For those who are unable to attend (you don't know what you're missing), donations via PayPal are graciously accepted. Please email Danika for details.
Today we bid a sad farewell to Sra. Maria who passed away suddenly earlier this week. As we grieved amongst a church full of mourners and the chanteuse sweetly sang Ave Maria, I was vividly replaying the last time we spoke. Her infectious smile is forever ingrained within me and I sob no more.
After the service we headed for Stella's on the Drive (previously known as Santos Tapas - another much mourned Portuguese icon) with some friends, where we enjoyed a very tasty chorizo dog served with caramelized onions, lightly drizzled with mustard and mayo along with a side of frites and citrus aioli.
So here's the thing...one would never find a chorizo in Spain served with mustard and mayo or call a citrus infused mayonnaise an aioli if it didn't have garlic as a main ingredient. Having said this, the eats were dee-lish and the service primo, so Stell-aaahhh, you're forgiven for your clever twists on Spanish classics.
Always impressive is the 10-Step Belgian beer serving ritual of Stella Artois, the restaurant's namesake. A seat at the bar is highly recommended if you haven't had the honour of this lip-smacking beer served "just so" - in a Stella Artois Chalice Glass with a three centimeter head and at three degrees Celsius. Even in the dead of winter, this Belgian star warms the heart.
Speaking of Belgians...I must relay one of Jesee's childhood stories about a Belgian family who vacationed regularly in Mallorca. His father, Francisco was famous throughout the town of Soller for his caracoles, and invited his newfound friends home for a tasty delicacy of snails. Madame was so zealous for this dish that she insisted on the recipe, which the late Francisco happily obliged.
Upon seeing them again a short time later, Francisco inquired of the success of her caracoles. Madame replied, "I followed your recipe as you instructed, but it did not taste the same, as the snails that I used did not have houses."
It has been a very busy week of production, social engagements and networking. Valentine's arrived with a special gift from mi amor. I gushed in delight when presented with these beautiful earrings of vintage crystal, Hyacinth Swarovski and silver filigree.
I appreciatively wore these sweet beauties out to the Velodrome and to the
Outdoor Adventure Show. They certainly did not go unnoticed, as promising clients admired them. Our friend, Karli says that orange brings good karma and as it happens, it's one of our favourite colours - so BRING IT ON.
While at the Bike Expo, I could not help but try out this good karma bike by HUKK. Although it complimented my ensemble beautifully, I found it to be a pretty big bike for a little rider comme moi. Maneuvering it through the crowds in my heels was child's play, but bombing this big baby down the mountains might be another story. HUKK is working on a women specific bike, so until then I'll stick with my beloved Trance.
It seemed there were fewer exhibitors this year and that was a bit disappointing, however it was a wonderful evening catching up with friends and meeting new ones, like the very energetic Kelli Sherbinin of Endless Biking. I often find myself converging with other dynamic personalities for the need to feed off their juice...it keeps the world going round.
We later dropped by Sushiyama's on East Broadway and treated our taste buds to their sensational chopped scallop roll and melt-in-your-mouth sashimi, chased down by a nice cold bottle of Sapporo. My wasabe-cleared sinuses particularly fancied and devoured both the bonito and salmon sashimi. This little gem of a restaurant is a keeper.
It has been a couple of weeks since our last entry, but we needed to take some much needed rest to prepare for the arrival of Papá Noel.
While visions of Nanos and Shuffles danced in their heads...
We celebrated the day with our traditional Christmas brunch. Mimosas, freshly baked pains aux chocolats, Mallorquin pa'amb oli, Atlantic smoked salmon and fresh goat cheese served on Portuguese corn bread crostinis, an assortment of fine cheeses and pâtés and of course my favourite Raincoast Crisps appeared on the menu.
Fortunately, the dark and gloomy skies cleared up just in time for a quick holiday bike ride before we start into the gluttony of turkey dinner...
Heard about it, checked it out and give it two thumbs up. The Eatery on West Broadway is the place to go for sushi served with a side of funk, cool ambiance and great music. We loved the marinated tuna with special sauce, flying fish roe, sesame seeds and asparagus. Dee-lish!
We then made our way to shed home furnishings on West 10th to celebrate their one year anniversary. The store looked fabulous all done up and decorated with Christmas trinkets - très festive.
The unbelievable nibbles were provided by Chef Carol Wallace (ex-Bishops) from Blue Eyed Mary's on Bowen Island. The trifle was heavenly and beckoned a second serving, so we obliged. Chapeau!
We did some Christmas shopping, sipped a glass of wine, picked out a few more gifts, sipped some more wine...it's so easy to spend money when you're relaxed!
Check out shed at 4398 West 10th Avenue - lots and lots to look at. Then head out to the charming MIX the Bakery at 4430 West 10th for a latte and biscotti. Bring a friend and make a day of it.
Candied beetroot chips topped with Albacore tuna tartare, yam fritters drizzled with maple syrup, creamy Salt Spring Island organic goat cheese encrusted with poached peppercorns and served with delicate Raincoast Crisps.
Is your mouth watering yet? Tonight our senses received quite the delight at the opening reception of Bowen Island landscape artist, Ian Fry's new works - A Taste of the Earth held at the Pair Bistro in Point Grey.
As a jazz trio played to a buzzing crowd, we sampled many wines presented by the Mark Anthony Group. We were pleasantly impressed by a lovely 2002 Shiraz from Mission Hill, while the Chardonnay was a perfect companion to the Cortes Island oysters on the half shell.
Simultaneously, our sights feasted upon a gallery of original paintings. As we reached the top of the crickety stairs of this charming bistro, we were captivated by an oil on canvas - Dolphin and Girl. Sadly, there aren't enough pesetas in my bank account to add this original to my collection of Dogs Playing Poker...sigh.
It's not very often that I dabble in the kitchen these days, but this past weekend I baked a pie that was so popular with my family, that I was asked to bake another. Layers of cheesecake and pumpkin pie topped with crunchy pecan topping warrants sharing the recipe. It's from the Better Homes and Gardens New Baking Book. Enjoy!
Pumpkin-Cream Cheese Pie
Ingredients:
1 single crust pie 1 8-oz. package cream cheese, softened 1/4 cup granulated sugar 1/2 tsp. vanilla 1 egg, slightly beaten 1 1/4 cups canned pumpkin 1 cup evaporated milk 2 eggs, beaten 1/4 cup granulated sugar 1/4 cup brown sugar, packed 1 tsp. ground cinnamon 1/4 tsp. salt 1/4 tsp. ground nutmeg 1/2 cup pecans, chopped 2 tbsps. all-purpose flour 2 tbsps. brown sugar 1 tbsp. butter, softened
Preparation:
If not using ready-made frozen pie shell, prepare and roll out pastry. Line a 9-inch pie plate with the pastry. Trim and crimp edge as desired; set aside.
In small mixing bowl, beat cream cheese, 1/4 cup granulated sugar, vanilla and 1 slightly beaten egg with electric mixer on low to medium speed until smooth. Chill in refrigerator for 30 minutes. Spoon into pastry-lined pie plate.
In medium mixing bowl, combine pumpkin, evaporated milk, 2 eggs, 1/4 cup granulated sugar, 1/4 cup brown sugar, cinnamon, salt and nutmeg. Carefully pour over creamcheese mixture. To prevent over-browning, cover edge of the pie with foil. Bake in 350°F oven for 25 minutes. Remove foil. Bake for 25 minutes more.
Meanwhile, combine the pecans, flour, 2 tbsps. brown sugar and butter. Sprinkle over the pie. Bake for 10 to 15 minutes more or until a knife inserted near the centre comes out clean. Cool for 1 to 2 hours on a wire rack. Serves 8.
Nick from The Barber Shop encouraged us to join in on the Greek Day festivities of feasting, dancing and music. We grazed on all sorts of Greek fare including baklava and cheered Nick on as he spun and leapt effortlessly around the stage while performing a traditional Greek folk dance. Opa! I now understand how he mastered his finesse to spin around the barber chair with his clippers.
As we were walking through the horde of people, we noticed a shop selling churros, a delectable Spanish donut. The queue at Churrolicious was all the way out the door, but we decided to give it a whirl anyway. It was well worth the 30 minute wait because Jesee was euphoric with childhood memories of Mallorca as he bit into this delicious sugar-coated donut. Crispy on the outside, moist on the inside and best of all, it wasn't greasy! The recipe and the machine come directly from Spain, hence its authentic flavour, texture and appearance.
Undoubtedly, this cozy little shop attracts many Spanish and South American ex-pats looking for a taste of home. An afternoon of Mediterranean culture for less than twenty Euro!
*Note: This is NOT to be compared with the less than adequate versions found in Disneyland.
We spent the weekend at Bowen Island visiting some good friends and just HAD to find out if all the buzz about Harrison Ford were true. Did he or did he NOT buy a house on the waterfront for thirteen million dollars? Our doubts were dispelled, as we were informed by reliable sources that it was a fabrication. This is also true of the farfetched story that he in fact bought the whole island and is giving the residents of Bowen until December to move off!
Since there was no sign of this hunky actor or his "petite" lady friend at any of the Bowen hot spots, we moved on in search of adventure. Bikes and gear in tote, we enjoyed a beautiful ride in and about Crippen Regional Park. The glowing sunshine peeking though the trees in the forrest was just a bonus to this incredibly breathtaking island, as we would have gladly accepted the rain all the same. Pungent smells of skunk cabbage contrasted by scents of pine trees and Spanish moss aroused our olfactory senses. By the end of our ride, we were grinning with exhilaration and continued on to The Snug for un café and une pâtisserie.
Now, on to the real reason we journeyed to Bowen...to cook a paella! Doesn't this photo make you lick your chops? Jesee's paella is quite the crowd pleaser and he comes from a family of paella competion winners that included both his father and younger brother back in Mallorca.
Preparing this meal was not without incident. The "chef" managed to cut his hand with a slip of the knife and it was not a pretty sight. It was serious enough that it warranted suturing, so off we went back into town to find a medic to sew him up. Being that it was the weekend and a small town, it was a little more challenging. After much running around, we finally were able to find the good doctor on call with the help of the pharmacist. As it turned out, Dr. Ocana is a fellow Spaniard and mountain biker, so of course we were in good hands! A severed artery explained the gushing fountain of blood, but I wasn't going to be a widow just yet. A few stitches later, we were out of the office and sped along the rolling hills back to the other side of the island to resume the prep of this national Spanish dish. My dear, Harrison, it's too bad you weren't around because the paella was fantástica! A note to our loyal clients...
tormented and tired from being in the shadows of the yam, the sweet potato decisively revolted and took control of its identity.
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