All I needed to get back to my blog was a little bit of rain and 101 picnic recipes from the New York Times.
I’ve missed too many Saturdays at Trout Lake market. Soon the fresh veggies will start roaming into the weekly offerings. Up till now, it’s been all plants. And I can’t bear to ruin another.
Photos above from Geordie’s Garden blog, where plants (and puns, evidently) thrive.
Tonight is a party for my sister-in-crime and real life, Sarah. I am off to seek cobbler, at her request.
What’s summer sun without summer music? And what’s summer music without pretty you on a patio with memories to remember, and futures to entertain? Five years back or five years forward, music and champagne taste good. And so does a glass of Joie’s Rosé with just enough pinot meunier (it’s champagne cousin) to make it a great option for a Wednesday night. I promise, whatever you might think about this rosé or that rosé…Joie has concoted a blush of light, stupid, breezy fun. It’s also great with pakoras (as we found out this weekend on Rangoli’s off-Granville patio).
If you’re not cooking, it’s $8.95/glass. If you are, it’s about $20 a bottle, split however many ways you like.
Go ahead. Dance. Have fun. Tell someone you’re happy.
I bought this little greenhouse for my grandma, who passed away this year. Now it’s a nice reminder of her and the secret way she had with food. The difference between dried herbs and fresh herbs is a taste of life. A punch of joie de vie that will strike the ignition of your taste buds. Tonight, for Champagne Wednesday, the rosemary will make it into a marinade for pork tenderloin. Ash should be home with the Champagne soon…
Inside lives fresh: Rosemary, Thai Basil, Regular Basil and Thyme.
PS: in behind the greenhouse is my pink espresso print from Etsy seller, Annechovie, another steal at $20.
This is the sign to the Bakehouse, where yes, people bake things. By the seaside. Good things. Things you’ll maybe wish you hadn’t eaten afterwards, unless you went directly following some some kind of morning activity like walking whiskey along the Ambleside seawall or showering vigorously.
The bread (oh the bread) is on the thick and grainy side with a surprising sweetness that makes you want to say something very cultured, like “bravo,” when matched with warm, drippy butter and homemade jam. You are, after all, in West Vancouver - where else could you accidentally get caught in the middle of a Porsche show?
I like the open plan of the kitchen, the friendly and helpful staff and the three tables outside that you can move according to the sun line without getting yelled at…not even by the Porsche lookers.
The coffee is not the star, but it’s reliable. good and organic. But then again, most everything is good by the seaside.
The Bakehouse at 2453 Marine Drive, West Vancouver
Tel: (604) 925-3031
