I’ve spent a lot of time in Kensington Market lately. It’s one of my favourite spots in Toronto. This might have something to do with the high concentration of vegan food options. My last stop was Blackbird Baking Co. More recently, I conquered Bunner’s Bakeshop. I always frequent an establishment at least three times before I feel qualified to write about it. On my last visit, I had a cinnamon bun. I don’t think I’ve had one of these since going on a vegan diet. It was pretty amazing.
But not all bread is made equal. There are still bakers out there carrying out the long-held tradition of making the simple yet practically divine food that compliments so many meals. Blackbird Baking Co. does this better than most.
Spring is upon us! Camping has been the singular topic of conversation around the house. Naturally, I am already planning the meals for the trips I haven’t even booked. Hummus, of course, is on the menu.
Welcome to March. That point in the winter when you wonder why you have chosen to relocate to a frozen tundra when you lived in Sydney, Australia not six months ago. While it is true that I miss the fine weather and the white-sand beaches I could never sacrifice the community I current have here in Toronto for a sun-tan.
When I was little my Dad would often prepare elaborate breakfasts for us before school. Most kids I knew started their day with cereal. Whereas my siblings and I enjoyed omelettes, french toast and crepes. No pancake mix from a box. No canned fruit on the side. My father made everything from scratch with fresh ingredients. My mum, who is not a chef, but remains an excellent cook followed suit. We feasted like kings almost every morning.
Now, I realize how lucky we were to grow up with parents who were willing to dedicate an enormous amount of time to our morning routine. These days, most families find themselves rushing off to work and school with barely enough to time to gulp down sludge from a never-gonna-expire-tetra-pack. I say this without judgement. We have all been down the instant breakfast path. Cereal is cheaper than fresh fruit. Toast is faster than pancakes. Pop tarts can be delicious in a creepy kind of way. People are short on cash and pressed for time so breakfast is liquified or processed or simply passed over altogether. French toast with fresh fruit is something you order at brunch or something.
As for the toppings feel free to add pretty much whatever you want. I decided to go with fresh, crushed blackberries in the bottom of these adorable jars.
I recently decided to go on a hunt for the best vegan donut in Toronto. Other foodie magazines, vegan blogs and culinary writers are always going on “a mission for the best (insert food here)”. Why shouldn’t I? Well, probably because a hunt involves going to more than one location. There is sampling involved, comparisons drawn, contenders cast aside and from the pile of crumpled up review notes on napkins, emerges a victor, one food to rule them all.
Last week, I went to brunch four times. That is too many times for someone who is unemployed. Before you judge me, however, or assume I’ve won the lottery, please note that my fridge was broken. The only solution was to dine out for every single meal. I know. Sounds terrible, right? Just kidding it was the best thing ever. In my foodie-frenzy I discovered three sweet brunch locations that you should check out if you’re in Toronto.
The first thing I did upon Will’s return was hop in an uber with him and take him straight to Kettleman’s Bagels in the Glebe, Ottawa. I had a sesame bagel with vegan cream cheese. He had the vegetarian. I used to get it all the time in high school. That spicy eggplant rocks my world.
Normally, I like to keep my recipe posts short and sweet. Stick to the facts. Talk about the food. You know the routine. But today I want to talk New Year’s reflections, resolutions, the future — not soup.