Month

September 2015

Curried Squash Soup with Apple and Fennel


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Fall was my favourite season before it was cool and suddenly everybody’s favourite season. I mean, summer is fun but I’ve always struggled with the heat. In fact, it took me until August to finally realize that, no, I don’t need a jacket in case it’s cool. But fall is just perfect and not just because I can wear a jacket. But I guess everybody knows that now.

So now for something completely different… soup! I promise I am better at cooking than I am at segues. There is finally a chill in the air and I have wasted no time shifting gears to cool weather food. Goodbye barbecue ribs (I’ll miss you)! Goodbye salads (and good riddance)! Goodbye ice cream (maybe)! Hello hot tea, apple crisps, and soups!

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Buttery Oatcakes


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“Oh my god! What the (expletive) is this?!” In the best way possible, that was my reaction the first time I bit into one of these oatcakes. Several months ago, a friend of mine sent me home with a couple homemade oatcakes — an east coast thing, apparently. Sweet, I love getting baked goods even when I’m not sure what it is. The next day with tea, I was drop-jawed at how  I had never heard of an oatcake before and how good they were! Oatcakes should be an everywhere thing!

I immediately messaged her saying have to have the recipe. And there it was: 1 lb of butter. Ok, oatcakes, I see how you do. You flaunt yourself as a healthy fibre-filled biscuit but really you’re held together with copious amounts of butter. It’s ok, it’s cool. I can’t stay mad at you.

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Peanut Butter Jelly Blondies

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August has been the month where I get back in touch with the side of myself that runs. My relationship with running is a complicated one. I don’t love running. I don’t like scampering through the streets with my earbuds flying everywhere. I really hate the never-ending blisters. What I do like is the results. I love the feeling of accomplishment. I like feeling like I could run from stranger danger if I had to.

Have I been forcing myself to run by choice? Not really. Historically it seems that the only thing that motivates me to go for a run is a goal. Right now it is the goal to not have my lungs on fire come Halloween when I run my first ever half marathon. I signed up for this race with the encouragement of a friend. Only later did I realize the course is in a hilly park. Like HILLLLLY. So yea, I’m scared.

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