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Healthy fast food is pretty limited. Sad but true. Subway, despite what Jared whatshisname says, is not a healthy choice. Not the worst choice but we can do better than that.

Cue IQ Foods. Stumbled upon it one day in the TD Food Hall (downtown) and I never looked back. The guy who started this was a finance dude who wanted to go into the food biz making honest, good-for-you food. Gold star finance dude! You did good!
My grandparents have a cottage up near Kingston and every summer since I was an itty bitty baby we’ve gone up there. It’s a magical place filled with spiders, bocce ball, water skiing, mini putt and my Nan’s banana muffins. Now Nan’s no Chef Ramsay (I’m a bad granddaughter for saying that), and she is the sole reason I get nauseous thinking of pork chops (she’s of the mindset that if you can still chew it then it’s not cooked enough), but boy can she bake a mean banana muffin! She’ll bake a couple dozen muffins at the beginning of every stay and because they’re in such hot demand we’re only allowed two muffins each morning for breakfast (or a third as a snack when she’s not looking - hope she doesn’t read this as my plan is very much in the open now). They’re good cold, they’re good hot, they’re good anytime and anywhere! The perfect treat!


Go to Fresh for a delicious juice.
Give your main squeeze a big, wet kiss.
Eat your greens (and lots of ‘em). Dress them up in olive oil, lemon juice & sea salt.
Go skating outside and then race home to a big pot of DAVIDsTEA.
Watch a movie and make your own popcorn on the stove with coconut oil & sea salt.
Whatever you do, make it a little more amazing! Bonus: you’ll feel that much more amazing!
I stumbled across this poster the other day. It was used by the Americans during World War 1 to encourage people to ration their food (and their money) carefully. I think it’s still relevant now what with there being a kajillion of mouths to feed, a growing obesity epidemic and a world that’s fuelled on crappity junk foods. To be honest, it makes more sense than a lot of the propaganda we’re fed now, almost a century later.


That’s you! Grabbing life by the you know whats!
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!
I’m back! And back with a vengeance. We’re already 72 hours into 2012 and so far it’s been a fabulous year!
I spent New Year’s Day with my good friend Jaime and her family (you may remember her from my Thanksgiving post). The Japanese (she’s Japanese) believe that how you spend the first day of the New Year shapes the course of the rest of your year. In other words, if you spend it laughing and eating and with people you care about then there’s a good chance your year will be a positive one, filled with good fortune, adventures and success. In other words, I’m pretty much guaranteed to win Lotto Max this year. Right?
Oh Movember! How I love thee! ‘Staches as far as the eye can see. I love a guy with a mo! I’m sure many girlfriends and wives don’t share the same enthusiasm as me and are counting down the days until December 1st (today’s the last day ladies) but I just love seeing the patchy ones, the handlebars and the downright bizarre ‘staches that men everywhere are sporting in the name of prostate cancer. But is that mo really helping to save your pro? Maybe not. While raising awareness is definitely important prevention is probably more so.
According to the Canadian Cancer Society, 1 in 7 men will develop prostate cancer and 1 in 28 will die of it. I’m not a betting gal (I’m still convinced I’ve got a shot at winning Lotto Max) but even I know those are lousy odds! BUT, if we could prevent prostate cancer then there’d be no need for our men to go uncomfortably unshaven for a whole month.
I take every opportunity I get to escape the city-ness of Toronto so when Bryan Gilvesy (of Y U Ranch fame…remember his happy cows?) suggested I come to the Bring Food Home conference (in Peterborough) I was like, “DONE! I’M THERE!”
It’s not that I don’t like Toronto. I do (although it did take me a couple years to warm up to it and my trips to the beautiful cities of Chicago and Montreal this summer set me back on the whole liking Toronto thing)! The TTC doesn’t always make it easy but I love that I can pretty much get anywhere in the city without a car. In one day I can go to a farmers’ market, spend too much money shoe shopping on Queen West, play in the grass in High Park, grab a fresh-pressed juice at the Big Carrot, get my bowl on at the Ballroom and see some live music at the Horseshoe Tavern. I love that there’s so much going on here. Especially when it comes to food. In the mood for Thai? TO’s got it. Thin crust margarita pizza? Check. Greasy spoon? We’ve got plenty. Want to go vegan? Got it covered. We’ve got restaurants where you dine in pitch black and restaurants where everything is sourced locally, organically, sustainably. We’ve got it all. That being said, as great as the city is, it also kind of sucks. There’s noise, traffic and dirty everywhere, creepy people on the subway and a disturbing lack of greenery. Not to mention the fast pace of the city is exhausting. To make a long story short, I was happy to escape.
My grandfather (Pop) has made porridge every single day for the last 21 years (probably longer than that but that’s as far back as I can remember). He covers the top in milk and puts a dollop of brown sugar on it. Every time we visit he’ll ask the night before (he gets up before we’re awake to start his breakfast) how many of us want porridge in the morning. And often it’s just him (sometimes my mom or uncle) taking part. Personally, it’s because the first 19 of those 21 years I despised the oaty and mushy breakfast he so loves. I just couldn’t get on board with it.
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