Diary, Photo, Prince Edward Island, Recipes

the taste buds say

A snowy November Saturday afternoon in Charlottetown—what to do before going out to get groceries? Oh, the olive oil place? Yes, we did want to go there, didn’t we? Okay, let’s go now. At Liquid Gold, the friendly young woman with an elaborate, unfinished tattoo on her left arm instructs us to start with this metal cask, to taste the olive oils starting with the mild and to head toward the more robust. We take small white plastic spoons and turn the sprocket on the first cask, sip olive oil. Do you like this one? Yes, sort of, how about—oh, I don’t like this one. You see where it says it has a grassy centre? It’s very grassy—Well,  you won’t like this one either—too peppery for you. And we make our way around the shop, my stomach reacting in surprise to little dollops of olive oil landing there one after another without bread or salad. Astonished by how much I dislike some of the flavours. Around us, the gourmets with elite tastes discuss with experts which oils will complement their dinner menus. He & I taste and frown and laugh and confer. Our palates are uneducated in the ways of olive oil but we respect them—we listen to their opinions. We move onto the flavoured oils—tarragon, herbes de provence, basil. We ask about a palate cleanser and are directed to a lemon balsalmic! Its taste excites my tongue…. The meyer lemon olive oil is lovely but after many little samples, we settle on persian lime—strong yet subtle. We buy the smallest size to share—it costs eleven dollars and on impulse I buy also a balsamic to dance with it: cranberry pear. This morning, decanting the oil, I shake my head thinking comical frugal thoughts: eleven dollars for a little less than a cup of olive oil! Have I gone crazy? But the smell is heaven. And tonight, I make an abundant salad of Italian greens, English cucumber, almonds, a fresh russet apple, cheddar cheese, and raisins. I pour over it one teaspoon of persian lime olive oil and one teaspoon of cranberry pear balsamic. And a shake of salt and pepper on top. I toss the salad well in a large metal bowl then turn it out into a shallow antique dish. And when I eat this fresh lovely poem, my taste buds say Yes!

in my cupboard

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Diary, Photo, Recipes, Self Nurturance

Butter

I didn’t buy bread at the Supermarket yesterday. I bought whole wheat wraps. Instead of having a piece of toast this morning, I dotted a wrap with butter, spread some apple slices and havarti cheese on it, folded it over, and put it under the broiler. I took it out when the top was brown and the cheese was melted. Mmmmmmmm. Delicious. As I was eating, enjoying the flavours, some melted salty butter trickled and I thought This butter is dancing on my tongue! I am so grateful.

Thank you cows. Thank you dairy farmers. Thank you grocery store. Thank you body for not being allergic to dairy anymore. Thank you Pat at Forever Healthy. Thank you tongue. Thank you ancestors who figured out how to churn butter. Thank you ADL people. Thank you plants that the cows that this butter came from ate. Thank you fridge which kept this butter cold. Thank you butter.

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