|Please, just coffee. Thank you!|
|The awaited red day lily opens|
|This narrow raised bed supports a lot of veggies|
|The trellis at the back is one aluminum or stainless piece making the frame with netting stretched across it.|
|A butter keeper. Water in the bottom, butter in the top. |
Put the top on and it stays good on the counter. I think it might not work at home though.
|Some garlic to hang|
|Michael has a wire hanger method of hanging them. I|
just used to braid the tops and be done with it but this would probably be a 'dryer' way.
Climbing up the mountain we could see the dome of St. Joseph's Oratory, the church building at the end of the street we lived on.
|Aunt Mimi's house, now with a third story and new wings added after family moved.|
|Aunt Bev's house across the street. Of course, it is long since not Aunt Bev's house|
and has also had additions made. It was still fun to remember when.
The homes along this winding road are amazing, feeling as if they are rooted into the mountain itself, stone and stone and more stone. The ones below are very small examples. One, it was raining and two, I didn't have a panoramic lens to catch the huge ones. If you want to see some stunning homes in dramatic settings, this is one place in the world to go.
|We think this knight was somehow sending a message to the neighbor.|
|This tank was probably 10 or 12 feet long and 4 or 5 feet wide,|
and filled with New England lobsters. One of the men working there told me that particular shop sold over 2000 pounds of salmon a week, well farmed with no colors or antibiotics and that this tank got replenished twice a week, completely turning over the lobsters. It was kind of incredible.
|Berries. Berries. Berries. Yes, they really were this bright.|
|Everything was displayed so beautifully.|
|Some things just had to be bought because they were gorgeous.|
|Including these purple kohlrabi. Quite the Monty Python effect here, Michael.|
|How to make garlic into art.|
|Cherries and more berries|
|I've seen a lot of cities with posters posted but never so tidily|
There were a lot of butchers and cheese makers around. Some of the cuts of beef looked like dinosaurs. I was assured they were not dinosaurs. That's a good thing.
|Aged organic beef. Very pricey. |
A chicken was over 20 bucks (Canadian), so it's all relative.
|I don't know what this was, probably veal, but I'd never seen a meat flower before.|
|Butchers at work|
|What I first noticed was the kangaroo meat. Then the other meats.|
Then the cuts of the meats. Exotic sandwich slices? What?
What was this? Michael then pointed out the obvious (which I often miss), that this was all prepared meat for fondue. How could I not have caught on to that? Especially with the sign right in my face? Even for me, the thought of that whole idea simply wasn't working. Trying the meats? Absolutely. An exotic meat fondue party? Not so sure.
|A special way to start your day|
|Because nothing says home on the range like quinoa and cinnamon in your chili|
|Ok, I give up, what is yuzu juice? Um, what is a yuzu?|
|One out of three walls of tea. I had to just walk away.|
|Jonny and Carroll not walking away|
|Carroll checking out one of the many cheese displays|
It went like this - describe, taste, describe taste. No, but that was good, yes, I'll take some of that. Repeat. Until I met this young lady.
|She found it!!! I was very, very excited. I think she was pleased (get the crazy|
American lady out of here, I'd be so pleased - that sort of pleased)
|In case you ever want to try a good cheese.|
|I'd made my selection and went to hold the table. |
This delivery truck was parked outside but what I noticed the most was this
GREAT sign. You don't have to speak French to get the message.
|Our cousin Denise|
|Are we in England?|
|I had to let go long enough to steal a photo. She is NOT into photos. Too bad.|
|A copy of a painting of my grandfather. The painting was very big and scared |
all of us cousins because he was ALWAYS looking at the viewer, no matter
where in the room one stood. He wasn't a guy you wanted staring at you.
|Aunt Mimi and Uncle Maury a long time ago|
|The city and the river|
With lots of promises to see her again soon, Jonny and I found our way to the Metro and the train and back to the house. That sounds easy and actually ended up being pretty easy, with good directions and lots of asking to be sure we were headed in the right direction. But until we were absolutely sure, most of the time we were pretty sure we were screwed and would end up in Vancouver.
By the time we got back all the goodies from the market were either put away or being prepped for dinner. Pasta and clams and corn on the cob. But first, hors-d'oeuvres.
|Michael scorched the skins of the peppers and then put them in a brown paper bag.|
It's a trick that really works!! The skins came off in one piece; it was impressive.
|Some of the cheeses and olives...and yes, we still managed most of dinner.|
|I'd never used soy sauce as a dip for roasted peppers but it was a great combo|
I wandered inside and outside, Jonny did whatever he did and Michael and Carroll chopped lots of things.
|Every time I looked at the counter it was like a still life|
Time for the clams!
The fish guy suggested this can of surf clams. We weren't real sure but went for them anyway. Carroll and I took a tentative taste and wow! These are great! In they went as well.
|Another lovely dinner. Again.|
|While the corn was an addition because it was irresistible in the market, |
somehow we managed to make a dent in our cobs.
|A tea candle lights up LED lights. How awesome is THAT?|
|Definitely enough light to read by and you can read all about it here.|
Have a wield your wonder well Wednesday. Do something with a whistle.