“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.
Summer in the city is in full swing. Since moving to Toronto eighteen months ago, I have come to look forward to the multitude of events going on during the season. The food, beer, and music festivals — you can’t possibly do everything! It’s overwhelming. Where can you recharge?
The answer is — I believe — out of the city. Just get out. Go anywhere where you can find pine trees, a lake, chirping birds, fire pits, sleeping bags, and dare I say… mosquitos. I am sorry, if you’re not a cottage goer or a camper, this post isn’t for you. And as a former girl guide, I’d like to inform you that you’re missing out on life.