Until a few months ago, I had never really explored Quebec outside of Montreal. Sure, there were a few brief overnight trips to the Laurentians and the Eastern Townships and points further south, but never anywhere further north, like Quebec City, Charlevoix, or Kamouraska. So when Adam and I took a week-long road trip across Quebec, our first stop was the provincial capital. We stayed at the Auberge Saint-Antoine, which had a cozy library and a delicious restaurant, famous for its roast duck (and our hotel room had a gigantic terrace and was decorated with huge gemstones!). Because we went in April — in the hotel biz they call that the “shoulder month” — everywhere we went was totally empty and relaxed. It was the best.
Trying to get through my days.
Some photos from an apple picking excursion last week are here to make me smile, from a beautiful organic pear and apple orchard that I discovered through my friend Cheryl. It was a tremendous day, one of the best I’d had all year. The kind of day that seems unblemished and infinite. (The apples, also, we’re the finest Quebec apples I’ve ever eaten). Sabrina kept exclaiming, ‘It’s so good to be alive, life is such magic!’ We laughed but she was right. Good to think about nice memories like this, days that ended with onion rings and laughter.
After a few (okay, quite a few) detours — we’re unofficially calling it Natasha’s Great Eastern Canada Tour of 2011 — I’m finally, finally, back in Montreal.
That’s 24 hours in Toronto, a swing through Niagara Falls, 12 mindblowing, magical hours at Norman Hardie in Prince Edward County, and an afternoon in Ottawa, until I’m finally settled back into my sofa in Montreal 20 minutes ago. Canada is pretty rad.
Upon our arrival to the Vermont woods, we were surprised with an amazing pizza dinner made by our rad friend Ithamar. After that long drive, it felt so good to walk into a warm house filled with the unmistakable sights and smells of pizza, my favorite food. The house where we stayed was insane — the fireplace had a little pizza oven slot built right into the back of the chimney. He made a seeded baguette in there, too. I almost passed out, it was so great.
[Clockwise from top left: Kouign-amann, car snack from Montreal; Scratch Baking Co. graham cracker; Standard Baking Co. blueberry-oat scone; Scratch sea salt shortbread; Rosemont Market raspberry Linzer square; Scratch almond scone; Scratch coconut macaroon; Standard croissant, stuffed with gruyere and ham.]
I’m currently trying to wrap up a project relating to my recent trip to Portland, Maine. I was combing through my photos, and eventually arrived at the last photo from the memorably gluttonous trip: an image of a plate barely containing all of the crumbled bits and pieces that I took away with me (not pictured: the baguette, five cupcakes, whoopie pie, and two croissants that we ate on the car ride to Vermont). As you can see, almost everything had a bite or two taken out of it. Can you believe that I actually tried to give these semi-stale leftovers to our lovely host friend? Man, I’m obnoxious.
I can’t believe summer is almost over. For roughly two full weeks I had the most intense craving for fish and chips. So, I drove out to Cannon Beach for some halibut. Normal. We made a beeline for Ecola Seafoods and picked up a shameful amount of seafaring snacks — besides the requisite fried halibut and chips — which included smoked mussels, lump crab meat, pickled herring, smoked BBQ salmon, and a few pounds of fresh salmon to take home. We brought our own rose and I was tipsy by 4pm, wandering the streets of Cannon Beach and impulse buying Haystack bread and Haystack chocolates, and then finally catching a glimpse of the actual Haystack Rock. Perfect summer afternoon.
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