Readers, I wanted to give you another brunch post, and was soooo excited to try the Cornmeal Lemon Pancakes with whipped blueberry butter and maple syrup at Fresh Restaurant in the Radisson Hotel. But then my body was like “it’s the May Long Weekend, and I’m going to move slowly,” and I didn’t get out of the house until 11:30am. By the time I’d arrived, after 12pm, breakfast was done. I (almost) wept.
Another day, another dinner, another discussion about whether or not fish ‘float.’
Scoop batter onto pan. Spread thinly. Crack egg. Spread egg over batter. Let cook 30 seconds. Sprinkle with chopped greens. Spoon sauce on with right hand while simultaneously squirting another sauce on with left hand. Top with pieces of crunchy fried ‘cracker.’ Loosen edges of pancake. Fold opposites sides in towards each other, and lightly tap to reduce volume. Fold in other sides to create square, slide quickly off and onto parchment. Re-oil pan, and repeat again. And again, and again, and again.
Yesterday I got burned and went to the beach, but oddly, they happened independently of one another.
If you workout at the Oval, have kids in Oval programs, or are in town for an Oval-hosted event, there’s a good chance you’ll get hungry while there. Even though the complex isn’t exactly in the heart of the Richmond dining scene, I’m here to tell you that you still have options, one of which is right inside the Oval itself. I combined my workout with work, and ate at the nearby Seaview Café and The O Café in the same day.
Steveston is an ever-changing place. One week, Snow White, Prince Charming, and the Evil Queen are hanging on Moncton Street, and the next week the army comes to town.
“There’s an old saying in Tennessee — I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.”
We each have our ideal comfort foods. My favourites include grilled cheese sandwiches, lasagna, ice cream sundaes, and cinnamon buns (though I could go on forever). These favoured foods range hugely between people and cultures, and one person’s greatest culinary love might actually inspire extreme discomfort in another. Recently, I discovered that when some people need an edible hug, they want nothing more than a bowl of macaroni, Spam, and fried egg soup.
I just did a quick count, and I’ve now had dim sum in Richmond over twenty times. Half of me thinks “that’s a LOT,” and the other half thinks “only twenty times? It feels like a hundred!”
Who’s that beautiful lady with a ‘kerchief around her neck? That’s my momma!