• Silver maples, golden dreams and Tokyo caviar

    Tokyo caviar is an Asian-inspired spin on Texas caviar.

    It seems whenever I manage to get one vegetable in my possession in check, I turn around to find another has multiplied like fruit flies on yesterday’s nectarine.

    The latest case of abundance came compliments of edamame from my CSA. I was in awe just a little a bit when I found a bag of fresh soybeans nestled among the tomatoes, herbs, peppers, dragon tongue beans, lettuce and ground cherries that Linda managed to squeeze into my basket a few weeks ago. I mean, fresh edamame grown right here in Niagara? Beats the way one usually finds these guys when not ordering them at an all-you-can-eat sushi joint: in the freezer at the grocery store.

    Problem was, what started as one small bag that I had pledged to get to as soon as those pesky zukes and cukes were off my plate and in my belly had clearly become a case of manifest destiny in my fridge.

    And so my attention, once devoted to the overwhelming zucchini and cucumber, switched to the growing mounds of hairy green pods filled with sweet spring green (thank you Laurentian pencil crayon set for that reference) soybeans. It was up to me to keep their population in check and so I set out to fix the problem like a gourmet Bob Barker. Continue reading

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  • The Last Hurrah

    Strawberry cucumber pops are the key to denying summer's end.

    It was very kind of July to show up in September.

    A month after my own heart, really, showing up well after its original ETA. Better late than never, I suppose, and much better than January making an obscenely early appearance. Poor Calgary.

    Still, it was just two weeks ago that people were bidding adieu to the hot season, assuming it dead and gone simply because it was Labour Day. Meanwhile, my calendar begged to differ. There were still three whole weeks left of my absolute favourite season, and fortunately, the forecast backed it up. In fact, if I were a betting woman, I’d put my money on Sept. 5, with its 41°C  temperature and trusty sidekick, Oppressive  Humidity, being the hottest day of the year.

    So take that all you Debbie Downers so quick to dismiss summer and count your fall pumpkins before they ripen, even if today, as I write, I am wearing long sleeves and pants, socks and a scarf. Continue reading

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  • Gratitude: A recipe for zucchini lasagna with lentils

    Zucchini lasagna with lentils.

    I live by the rule that friends don’t give friends zucchini.

    It has worked out well for me, keeping the summer squash, super-sized at this time of year, at bay. But when a friend came at me the other week with one the size of Captain Caveman’s club and a pleading look in her eyes, I decided that sometimes friends should just shut up and take the zucchini.

    Even if I already had three pounds shredded and stuffed in my freezer, and another trio of green and striped brutes that could double as free weights languishing in my fridge.

    I think I did a pretty good job of keeping in check the glazing over of my eyes as I accepted the latest addition to my collection. Don’t get me wrong, I like zucchini. But at this time of year, I don’t think I’m alone when I say their ability to go from blossom to behemoth beast seemingly overnight, multiplying like rabbits all the while, is a bit overwhelming. Continue reading

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  • The arrival of you-know-what and a book launch

    There's no ignoring the signs that summer is getting ready to call it quits.

    A choir of crickets sings a chorus outside my window. They’re competing for the background noise win against the hum of my neighbour’s air conditioning unit spewing cacophonous white noise. Felix, the dog from two doors down, adds a well-timed, high-pitched bark that, like a staccato beat, keeps time while the fleeting crescendo and decrescendo of passing cars adds another layer to the soundtrack of summer in north-end St. Catharines.

    It’s a seasonal anthem on heavy rotation these glorious August nights when temperatures slip to a threshold that ushers us to the nearest window so we can fling it open and surround ourselves with summer’s offerings for all our senses. Continue reading

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