Category Archives: Miscellaneous

Gardens make me happy

I can’t grow anything to save my life, as demonstrated by my summer gardening project that produced the three most expensive tomatoes in the world.  I did, however, manage to grow lots of weeds.  Wow, those weeds look great.  They’re easy upkeep, too.

So, I admire people who garden well.  Pretty flowerbeds and English gardens are lovely, but I have a soft, squishy spot for vegetable gardens.  It gets even squishier when they’re public or community gardens, because not only do they highlight food production, but they also break up an otherwise corporate-branded, urban environment.

There are lots of community plots along the old CP railway line, with a high concentration around the Vancouver Compost Demonstration Garden.  The Demonstration Garden is run by City Farmer, which also runs a variety of workshops throughout the year. Their summer workshops on organic gardening always sell out weeks in advance, and they’ve also got great sessions about composting – worm or otherwise. 

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No tears for Argentina.

I’m not really a wine connisseur. I’ve gotten a lot better at tasting wine and being able to pick out the flavours and aromas, but I’m the first to admit that my palate is pretty underdeveloped. Generally, I like red wine a lot more than white. Red wine’s an all-year kind of wine: it keeps you cozy in the winter, and in the summer it makes a lovely sangria. White wine usually just gives me a headache.

So last night’s social at The Greedy Pig meant that I got to drink the cheapest thing on their wine list, which is a Finca Los Primos Malbec.  It has a really pleasing jammy flavour, and isn’t too tannic.  At $6 a glass ($30 a bottle) it’s a pretty economical drink for a night out.  It’s even better if you can find it at the liquor store, as it currently lists for just under $10.  

I also really like the Trapiche Malbec, which retails for about $12 in BC.  It’s a little spicy, and less jammy than the Los Primos, but it’s really tasty. 

It occurs to me that I might just be a fan of Argentinian wine, because another one of my standbys is Casillero del Diablo Shiraz.  It usually ends up on wine lists as being a “good value” pick, and I agree.  It’s really lovely wine for the $14 price tag.

A sad avocado day

There’s nothing quite like the feeling I get when I cut open a perfectly ripe avocado.  By perfectly ripe, I mean it’s yellow and green inside (no brown in sight) and the flesh is firm and smooth.  Quite seriously, it makes me happy and on the inside I do a happy avocado dance.

This was not one of those mornings.  I opened up an avocado and the inside was a mess of bruises and those gross stringy things.  Boo-urns.

A drink by any other name…

I’ve got campari on the brain.  For those of you not familiar with this Italian liqueur, it’s glow-tastically red, quite bitter, and packs a punch.  It’s quite nice with soda, lots of ice, and maybe a maraschino cherry.

But my favourite campari drink, hands down, is the negroni (nuh-gr-awe-nee).  For one thing, it sounds a lot like my name, and when you say it fast (as in, “I’d like a negroni, please,”) it totally sounds like I just ordered myself from the bartender.  A negroni is equal parts campari, gin, and sweet vermouth.  Put it on ice and add an orange twist, and you have a lovely aperitif.  The key is for lots of ice, because it’s definitely not a lightweight drink.  The ice helps to mellow it out, and keep it crisp and cold. 

It’s hard to find in this city.  I’ve gotten some strange looks from waitstaff, and a lot of bars don’t have campari or sweet vermouth.  But you can get it at The Cascade Room, Subeez, and Wasubeez.  If you get it at (Wa)subeez, ask for it in a highball with ice.  For some strange reason they do it as a martini, which is…well, it’s just wrong.

Like trick or treating, without all the work

I attended Elisa’s Hallogreen party last night and have the hangover to prove it.  But I was happy to open up my purse this morning to find it stuffed full of mini chocolate bars, in every single pocket (and trust me, there are lots of pockets in my purse).  Hooray for the hallogreen fairy!