It snowed last night – soup season has arrived! Not that it ever leaves; it is definitely acceptable to eat hot soup in the middle of the summer; but there is just something about the cold weather, and hot soup in a mug. (Yes – if you’re enjoying it correctly, it has to be served in a mug.) Since I made this soup last week before official soup weather had started, it was served in a bowl. BUT – now I can enjoy soups in over sized cups like you would see on the TV series Friends.
The number one question I get when someone finds out I cook for a living is, “What’s your favourite thing to cook?” usually I hesitate but the answer always ends up being Pad Thai or Stir Fry. Its true; I just love the way you can start with a pile of vegetables and various flavours and end up with a delicious comfort food. No matter how many times its made at work or at home; if there are leftovers its devoured within seconds.
Thanksgiving preparation went as smoothly as it could go (especially with the amount that was made), all baked goods had their final touches, potatoes were peeled and soaking in water, bread was diced for stuffing and set aside in the freezer until needed. It was the night before Christmas – Just kidding, Thanksgiving; and our large family dinner was all was under control. It was 9:45 on Saturday and I was calling it quits in the kitchen after a few hours of fun. Then my phone lit up and it was my uncle letting me know his girlfriend is vegan – A vegan was coming to thanksgiving dinner; a dinner that was specifically made to accent the flavour of the turkey.
Thanksgiving is my absolute favourite holiday, and luckily enough in Canada it falls around one of the most beautiful times of the year, early autumn. It also coincidentally enough, apple picking season (the best season), which is one of the best fall flavours if you ask me. This year in South Western Ontario the weather has been superb, off the charts warm with beautiful red-orange foliage slowly falling from the trees. I continued the tradition of baking an apple pie for Thanksgiving dinner, it has been a short tradition of actually baking it; since many times before its been bought by a near by farmer’s market or bakery (okay let’s be real; sometimes – usually, the grocery store). Apple pie is my boyfriend’s favourite, so of course being the awesome girlfriend that I am, I’ve made it for him each year we’ve celebrated together.
After our time in Belgium was up, it was onto our next adventure; and sadly the last stop on our trip, Amsterdam, Netherlands! Now if you also come from a family that has Dutch descent, you’ll understand the excitement I had upon arrival; Dutch licorice, cheese, bicycles, tulips… all those thing aren’t just stereotypes, they’re all there and ready to be enjoyed. The weather was pretty typical during the few days we had, although the sun shone through and it warmed up nicely during the afternoons. Our first night was spent canal side enjoying fish and beer for dinner while planning our next two days.
You’re probably wondering where I’ve been… I’m home now, sadly (bittersweet more or less I guess). BUT that doesn’t mean the blog about Belgium or Netherlands gets left behind! That’s right; I’m still behind on these blogs, but that’ll change by today or tomorrow. Getting back to reality has been hard, especially with this jet lag (it’s been hitting H-A-R-D) so leaving these two countries to write about now when home will help me escape the fact that I have to go back to work soon.
It’s been a busy last week of traveling, so much so that writing anything was out of the question; checking social media was hard enough after a day of walking around. But here I am with two flights and a layover with nothing to do but write (since for some reason public wifi hates me everywhere and I’m not connected while james is).
Wow am I ever behind on these blog postings, I have 3 visits still to write about (traveling gets busy – and it’s tiring). I planned on writing on the trains but if you know me at all, you’ll know that once I’m in a moving vehicle it’s lights out and I’m asleep the whole ride.
Milan was jaw-dropping gorgeous, from the train station to the cathedral. If I made it seem like Iceland, Nice or other parts of Italy were beautiful; multiply that by 6… at least. I don’t have much to say about Milan since it was just a stop over before Switzerland; but those 18 hours were full of spectacular architecture and delicious food. The views were amazing so I thought I would share some pictures.
Transportation is so advanced here it is unbelievable, each station has an abundance of trains going all over; getting you exactly where you need to go (on time), and usually multiple times a day depending where (and it’s cheap; so that’s like an extra bonus and a half). Not only do they have regular trains but they also have high speed trains to get you places 2x faster (300km/hr!!! – we’ll be taking one later in this trip). I wish traveling in Canada was this easy.