So much for no longer being grossed out by eating food drooled on by my daughter.
It seems that in trying to spare too much grub from winding up in our green bin, I’ve sacrificed my immune system. I’ve been taken down by a bug for the third time in a month and while I can’t be certain it was her, I’m blaming the person who loves to spread her saliva everywhere, including on me.
So I was going to post a how-to for my feel-better elixir, my winter lemonade. But it’s the most un-Niagara recipe ever (lemons, fresh ginger and turmeric, and cayenne) save for the dollop of honey added at the end, which is proudly from Bartel Farms. If you have the chance to get your hands on a jar, do it. It’s liquid gold; nuanced and as much an example of Niagara terroir as a bottle of Riesling made here. That said, it seemed like the perfect time for a listicle. A lentil listicle, to be exact. —Continue reading—