My dedication to good food experiences goes extreme. After years of frustrating visits to Jean
Talon (so much good food, no place to cook!), I buy a kitchen in Montreal. I am so keen to return home and prepare some
of the gorgeous produce on display at Jean Talon Market.
Happiness is purchased for a mere twenty
dollars. I return home with my basket of joy, brimful with multi-coloured
carrots, orange coloured locally grown cocktail tomatoes, locally created maple
flavoured dried cranberries, free range eggs, and fiddleheads.
Fiddleheads are as ephemeral as vegetables
go. Ferns at that delicate stage between
sprouting and unfurling are gathered from the wild. They are tender and sweet. The fiddlehead seller pulls out a recipe to
go with my purchase: blanche for 3
minutes, repeat, then sauté as desired.
This sounds a lot simpler and healthier than the “boil for 15 minutes”
recipe I had encountered in the past.
Bon appetit!
I take a path well beaten,
but not by me. I join thousands of
cyclists on the 30th Tour de l’Ile.
With some “bravitude”, I opt for the 50 km ride on my Brompton. I worry about all the hill climbs on a fold-up bicycle. After all, Montreal is named after a
mountain. I need not have worried. The path meandered by the many churches
dotting the landscape, most of them metamorphosed into condos and community
centres. We pass through a Lafarge’s quarry,
certainly not a sight often seen. We
ride alongside the Metropolitain, Montreal’s portion of the Trans-Canada
Highway. I arrive at the finish line with energy to spare. Maybe the 100km next year?
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