Donuts at Tim Hortons
Expat Life,  Photography

Point & Shoot: foodporn

Donuts at Tim Hortons

 

Weekends in our house are all about the food (this is, after all, home of the #epicbreakfast) so be prepared for shameless foodporn photography. You have been warned…

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As the week-long reprieve from school known as March Break drew to a close we went into high gear, starting Friday morning with a new gustatory discovery.

 

You want to put a what in it?

I made porridge while K caramelized some apples and pears with citrus peel and star anise; nothing out of the ordinary there, but the revelation came when he insisted on serving it with a boiled egg. Porridge, fruit, egg – all in the same bowl!

I have to admit, I was skeptical but as soon as the yolk melded with the sweetness of the caramel in my mouth I knew he was right – the man’s a culinary genius! I have NO idea how he knows these things…

 

The mystery continues

We’d planned to mooch around at the beach while K tied up some loose ends in the office – his building is right on the lakeshore – but we ended up staying home. Just as well, police were all over the area following the discovery of a running shoe thought to belong to missing teacher Jeffrey Boucher, who vanished without a trace while out jogging two months ago.

The shoe was recovered from the edge of Lake Ontario as the snow and ice melted away, in an area we often visit. The idea of the kids making a grisly discovery was chilling and the police chopper pulled at our gaze all afternoon as we ran errands in the car, hovering like an unsettling thought at the periphery of awareness. It was still there at dusk, albeit further along the shoreline.

 

Wings’n’things

Back at home the children turned the house into a chill-out zone, playing pool, darts and bowling on the X-Box, while K & I busied ourselves making something we’d only ever dreamed of: skinless Buffalo wings. Wings are HUGE in Canada, but if you hate the skin they’re a frustrating experience.

We skinned our wings (fiddly but worth it), dusted and dipped, and fried them off on the stovetop, then tossed them in a variety of sauces before serving them up with chunky chips as we listened to blow-by-blow accounts of pool table/bowling alley victories. They flew off the plate – a roaring success and so simple. Once the kids were in bed we made Margaritas to celebrate!

 

A taxing day

Saturday started with poached egg on a bed of rocket (known in Canada as arugula) on buttered English muffins smothered in cracked black pepper. As temperatures plunged again we gave up any ideas of going out and did our tax returns instead – a definite downside to expat life; we now have to file for both the UK and Canada.

It wasn’t until we went out for pizza we discovered the kids had been getting artistic in the basement. Check out the tummies and tribal stripes below!

 

Breakfast at Timothy’s

Sunday was so bright we couldn’t ignore the desire to be outside any longer; despite a windchill of -22℃ we took a walk, luxuriating in the sunshine for all of twenty minutes before the bitter wind blew us into Tim Horton’s for breakfast, where my Irish luck won me a free coffee on Roll Up The Rim.

Exiting later with a dozen donuts we ducked into our local grocery store to pick up some fish and say ‘Hi’ to the lobsters. Then, for no reason I can fathom we came home and I made jam. This only made me more eager for spring and the chance to go fruit picking again.

 

Grillin’ & chillin’

K prepared a delicious dinner of grilled salmon steaks with a mango and fennel salsa, pan-roasted baby potatoes and thyme carrots, as well as some chilli & lime tiger prawns for lunch on Monday – oh, and Jamila took the cutest selfie!


 

Back to earth with a bump today – I did the school run in my PJ’s! Happy St Patrick’s Day to all my fellow countrymen and women.



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