Monthly Archives: September 2010

An Enjoyable Canter About

Baskets of tomatoes

Baskets full of tomatoes at the Jean Talon Market.

I got up at a reasonable hour on Sunday and heading down to the Jean Talon Market. The purpose of the trip was to find bread and cheese for an autumn picnic in the park that afternoon. However, I got terribly distracted… but in a good way.

I bought pears, raspberries, a sachet of dried lavender, and a bottle of honey wine for Thanksgiving dinner. As for the picnic, I bought a loaf of olive bread, goats milk cheddar cheese made with rosemary, herbed pate, smoked turkey, raspberry and rhubarb jam, an unusual cheese called Tomme au Marc rolled in dried grapes, and two small pistachio cakes topped with delicate marzipan flowers.

After an enjoyable canter around the market, I went to the hardware store near my house to buy a bath mat and a shelf for my kitchen. I picked out a lovely bathmat that consisted of cut-outs of elegant fallen leaves in transparent green plastic. Once home, I packed the picnic in time for Dunter to pick me up.

We drove down to Mount Royal Park. We rolled out a blanket on the and watched the people around us as we ate. There were a group of people drumming beneath the statue of angels, rosy cheeked toddlers and cheerful puppies playing in the park, people reading and lounging in the grass. It was an enjoyable environment to be in.

After we had stuffed ourselves full of thick slices of bread, cheese, meats and olives, we went for a walk through the neighbourhood of Mount Royal. We stopped in various boutiques and book shops, and ran into two individual people we knew too!

Once our legs had grown tired of walking, we went back home where Dunter put up my shelf for me. I now have a shelf for all my teas! Yay!

Dunter and I went grocery shopping together, before he headed off home. I unpacked my groceries, did laundry, and did some cleaning around the house. Now I sit at the computer listening to the French CBC classical music station. Its enjoyable every time of day!

A Lonely Slice of Pie

Laundry drying in the autumn sunlight

Laundry drying in the autumn sunlight near the bakery.

Thursday was grey and cold day. Dunter picked me up after work to take me out for something special. We went to Juliette & Chocolat, a fancy chocolatier in the Plateau.

It was pouring cats and dogs outside, so we arrived very wet. We warmed up over cups of hot chocolate and chia lattes. I ordered hot chocolate, with a hazelnut liquor, and vanilla ice cream served in a big martini glass. Then we shared a plate of sweet crepes drizzle in chocolate, topped with slices of fresh orange. It was very good and cheered me up immensely!

I slept in to a ridiculous hour on Friday morning, so hadn’t time to pack a lunch or even eat breakfast- the latter is unheard of! So, come noon I left the office and wandered down the lane, looking for a place to eat.

It was a sunny day with crisp yellow leaves strewn on the ground and fluffy white clouds in the blue sky. I first went to the popular café on St. Denis, but there was a line-up, so I went into a rather bare looking bakery called Pattisserie Jo-El.

There was one pie in the huge refrigerator that looked very lonely. However, I focused my attention on nourishment, and attempted to order the small breakfast that was listed on the chalkboard by the window.

My French failed miserably, but the lady behind the counter just smiled and said something along the lines of “You don’t want breakfast! You want lasagna!” and lead me out to a tray of lasagna that had just come out of the oven. The two women asked me how hungry I was, first offering my half of the lasagna (!) then 1/3 before just spooning an undetermined onto my plate. I felt like I was at supper at a friend’s house!

I complimented the one lady’s ring, which she had made, so we shared beading moment. Then Lucy, lady behind the corner, started telling me all about the music playing. It was an album they’d picked up from the library played by people with polo (who lived in a zoo- perhaps a translation error?) on instruments they’d made from debris. They were both very interesting people to chat with!

When I asked for filtered  coffee with milk, they gave frothed milk instead of regular which made me feel very tickled. The two women then sat by the window to eat the lasagna while I scraped my plate clean.

It was very good lasagna. I had eaten so much, I was worried at how much it would be, so resisted the temptation to buy a piece of pie, and settled for a small cookie-man. The lady wrapped it up in a napkin for me, and charged me only $6.50 for everything! I can’t describe how pleased I felt!

I was reluctant to get out of bed once again on Saturday morning. However, once up and out of the house and noticed how lovely an autumn morning it was. It was sunny, clear day with just mere wisps of cloud in the sky. There were chickadees chirping in the trees and smell of crisp fallen leaves in the air. It was splendid!

After work on Saturday, I met up with Nicole to go out for dinner at Vinizza, a fancy Italian restaurant. It was the birthday of a friend of Carlo’s, so there were a bunch of familiar faces. We shared an appetizer of fresh figs and prosciutto and a simple between the 6 of us. Then I had a pasta dish topped with fresh mint, peas, and ground lamb. It was the most unusual thing on the menu and decent. We finished off our meal with cappuccinos which they served with a cute heart drawn in the foam of our coffee!

I wasn’t all that impressed by the food, but the staff were attentive, and the clientele at the restaurant were beautiful. We amused ourselves watching the women in their designer jeans and high heels, dressed far better and sexier than us, yet twice our age. Nicole and I felt the cultural difference.

Now I sit at home listening to classical music on the radio. I’m tired but energetic, yet its almost midnight! It must be the cappuccino with the heart in it…