I spent the morning at Jean-Talon with Logan. I came late, so by the time we met up he had already purchased garlic. Great start. The afternoon quickly proceeded as follows:
I’ll pick up these garlic scapes since I need to make pickles…
Oh look cheap zucchini! Look how cheap it is.
Wanna get ice cream?
Yeah, let’s get ice cream.
Fuck it’s melting all over my hand… Wait. WTF is Quebec wild asparagus?
Let’s get it. Can we get sugar peas from them as well? They’re so sweet!
Sure. Okay, we need avocados. $5 for two paniers? And no… avocados aren’t from Montreal…
Look! More cheap zucchini. Let’s get half yellow.
Cheap liiiimes! Let’s get some stone fruits to grill.
How about we get some more of those tiny yellow fruits we tried earlier?
You mean the apricots?
No… they were like, yellow.. smaller than a nectarine…
Yeah you mean apricots. And let’s get cherries.
The Girl and I are going on a trip to Ottawa for Canad’Eh. It’s an escape from the madness that is Québec’s July 1st Moving Day, as well as an opportunity to meet the others’ friends and classmates. This trip itself worked out to be a bit of a coincidence; I had been planning to visit The Son since January and she was supposed to celebrate the first with her cooking pals. Given that she’s in charge of driving us there, it’s only fitting that I’m in charge of keeping us fueled.
Sometimes you want to go out and drink with friends on a terrasse… until you realize that summer sun gives way to Pleutréal… and all you want to do is curl into a ball around a grilled cheese sandwich. Yesterday was one of those times.
Up to this point, the Girl and I had been getting closer and closer to collaborating on a dish. We had re-met at a picnic. Got closer at one of my brunches. We had played sous chef for one another and shared a few jarnics. But this was the next step, sharing a kitchen.
Seemed like it worked out.