I can’t tell you how happy I am to be back for this month’s Around the World in Twelve Plates. How was it even possible that I missed the ‘easiest’ country so far with last month’s challenge being an exploration of Greek cuisine, which I love and cook often. These last two months have been absolutely nuts with my involvement in several city wide food festivals and with our son’s wedding in Maui. We had a gorgeous, relaxing trip filled with all sorts of ‘Hawaiian’ food and now we’re back home. I don’t know what it is, but I always have a difficult time falling back into the cooking groove after a vacation…it’s probably because I never want it to ever end!
Getting back on track…this is the first ATW12P where I decided to cook an entire meal and not just a special dish. I don’t have anyone helping me cook so it’s quite challenging BUT my hubby was willing to do all those dirty dishes and that is a life saver right there. The dishes weren’t perfect; I missed throwing the mint in the Kuku and cilantro in the Stuffed Potatoes. The Rosewater and Vanilla Ice Cream I made didn’t get churned until 2 days later but it was absolutely delicious, eventually.
When Gabby first announced Israel, I was both excited and anxious to get researching. I knew that I would be making use of one or more of my Yotam Ottolenghi cook books and having experienced cooking from them previously, I knew that the recipes can be lengthy and full of ingredients (and flavour!). If you read the forward of ‘Jerusalem’ or do any research into Israeli cuisine, you will find out that it is similar to Canadian cuisine in that it really doesn’t contain only one style of cooking, but encompasses several styles based upon the country’s lengthy history of immigration. In Israel you will find dishes from so many other cultures and even similar dishes from several cultures, all claiming to ‘own’ the original idea for the dish. Israel is an inspired food country, filled with many cuisines, from Jewish dishes (kugel, bagels) to Arabic and Armenian, Greek and Russian Orthodox, Tunisian, Libyan, Moroccan, Turkish, and Indian…just to name a few that make up the country’s immense tapestry of flavours.
I chose several different dishes that represent a tiny portion of the flavours available in Israeli cuisine. The Fava Bean Kuku is basically a frittata-like dish of Iranian Jewish cuisine with the fresh flavours of herbs and sour notes of the barberries. I had a difficult time finding fava beans at this time of year in Canada so I used frozen sweet peas instead. I loved the combination of sour, sweet, and fresh herbs in this dish but it was a bit too out there for my family. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try my hand at making my very own falafel for the first time. Falafel (and hummus) are part of everyday life in Muslim Jerusalem and, I might add, very popular world wide and beloved in my own home. I loved the combination of herbs and spices but I had a huge problem getting them to stay together during the deep frying stage. I think they needed to be just a touch ‘pastier’ than they were chunky. These were the only four that vaguely resembled spheres of legit falafel.
Lastly, I wanted to find out why Ottolenghi included a whole chapter entitled, ‘stuffed’ in his cookbook. It seems that the local culture is entirely fascinated with all things stuffed; from sweet to savoury, each of the city’s numerous cultures has some sort of dish that requires stuffing. It may seem tedious to hollow out the vegetables (carrots, eggplants, zucchini, potatoes, beets, tomatoes, onions, etc.) but stuffing them stretches the meat or rice further, looks impressive, and makes clean up a breeze because everything is usually baked in one dish.
I’m excited to see what all the other Around the World in Twelve Plates participants cooked for the Ethiopian challenge. We all have our own unique ways of completing each month’s challenges. If you want to see what everyone else is up to, clink on the links below!
Gabby at The Food Girl in Town
Kelly Ohana at My Organic Diary
Loretto & Nicoletta at Sugar Love Spices
Korena Vine at KorenaintheKitchen
(page 169; Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi)
For the Tomato Sauce
(Page 99 in Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi)
(Page 39; Jerusalem by Yotam Ottolenghi)
Take a peek out your window into your backyard or stroll into any local park right now and you’ll spot the first signs of spring. Robins singing and building their nest, blue skies (or rain!), and…dandelions! They are inescapable and persistent. Young children love the yellow flowers, bringing in sweet little wilting bouquets with yellow stained sap covered hands and big smiles. Gardeners fertilize in attempt to get a jump on the idealistic weed free lawn while young soccer players build flower crowns instead of defending their zones. I didn’t know this before but the dandelion is not native to North America. It was either intentionally brought over by European colonists and used either as a medicinal and culinary ingredient or the light, fluffy seeds hitched a ride and grew readily in our North American climate.
Foodies rejoice, you can have your lawn and eat it too! The leaves of the young dandelion plant (notice I didn’t say weed) are delicious in salads and as sauteed greens. They are high in vitamin A, C , K, and B6, thiamin, riboflavin, calcium, iron (crucial for generating red blood cells), potassium (to help regulate heart rate and blood pressure), and manganese.* What time is better than Spring to cleanse your body with this natural diuretic AND inject some good stuff into your blood. I’m not a doctor, but eating healthier in the Spring always seems a good way to chase away those winter blues to me.
I don’t create vegan recipes that often but my daughter, Julia, is back from her first year at UBC and I am once more sharing my kitchen with a vegan. It’s great to have her back and I’ve noticed how she’s changed and matured over the year. She’s not my little girl anymore but at the same time I am so proud of the young human she’s becoming. She’s spent some time telling me stories about some of the slightly horrifying (remember I’m her mother!) adventures she’s had while away and I can’t help but remember back to my university days and realize that taking risks and having fun are all part of growing up. She was fortunate to have been assigned to an on campus residence with three other young ladies and their kitchen became a hub for dinner parties and a place for friends who didn’t have their own kitchens to cook in. I’d say that’s a pretty great way to meet like-minded people and forge life long friendships, wouldn’t you?
I didn’t pick the dandelions from my backyard because I have dogs. If you are adventurous, you can go out to an area that hasn’t been sprayed and pick yours, but I bought mine at a health food store because I wanted to be sure they were organic and clean. I’ve had them in a salad before but you need to have really young tender leaves if you want to eat them raw. Sauteeing them in a bit of oil, salt, and acid makes them quite tasty as well. This recipe also uses one of the first herbs that will come up in your garden in the spring, grab those chives while they are young and tender and use them on everything!
For the sautéed greens: 3 cups chopped fresh dandelion greens, avocado oil, fresh lime juice, salt, cilantro
*Dandelion nutritional information from Food Facts presented by Mercola
*For this cake, I used 3-inch cake pans and lined their bases with parchment paper. I had enough batter left over to bake another cake in a loaf pan. They were in the oven for 40-45 minutes.
There are people that describe having an intense urge to travel, to explore the world and embrace its uniqueness as having ‘wanderlust’ or ‘itchy feet’. I am most definitely one of those people, especially when we haven’t even been out of the city in months. I have an incredible urge to just get in my car with a full tank of gas and see where it takes me, or on some random plane to who-knows-where. I’ll probably satisfy this urge in the next few weeks with a nice drive in the country just as the buds are coming out on the trees. That ‘spring green’ doesn’t last for long so we need to enjoy it while we have it!
I get the this same intense urge which I could call ‘bakerlust’ or ‘itchy hands’ when I haven’t baked anything in a while. Right now I am so busy with football and organizing some local food festivals, that I barely have time to cook, let alone blog about it. When I saw my friend and fellow blogger Nicole’s (from Culinary Cool) gorgeous Paska Bread on my Instagram feed, I was inspired to shut down my email inbox, hide my excel charts and pick up my flour and yeast. One project that I’ve been putting off for a crazy amount of time is baking Babka. I never grew up with Babka, but I do know that I fell in love with it the minute I saw one for the first time. With all those contrasting layers of chocolate (or cinnamon) a Babka is always an impressive sight to behold. Chocolate or cinnamon (according to Jerry Seinfeld) Babka’s are the most traditional of Babka’s, but in the last few years there’s been a bit of an explosion in Babka experimentation. I fell in love with Pistachio Cream around Christmas time when I used it to fill chocolate chip thumbprint cookies (which I have yet to post!) and I thought it would make a great addition to all the Babka variations out there.
This dough is super sticky and buttery. I found the best way to mix it was by using my Kitchen Aid stand mixer for the first half of kneading and leaving out the last half cup of flour. When I turned the dough out to knead it by hand, I sprinkled it every so often with a bit of flour so that it didn’t get so sticky/greasy as I was kneading. I like to proof my bread in a warm oven but you have to be careful not to have it too warm with this dough because the butter will melt easily, making the dough too greasy. Just leaving the oven light on was enough for the proofing stages. We like pistachios a lot, so I scattered extra on top of the pistachio cream before rolling up the dough. It takes a bit of perseverance to roll that dough up evenly. Once the ends are pinched, you can guide the dough a bit more so that it becomes a more uniform cylinder. After the dough is cut lengthwise into two, the halves must be carefully twisted…I only did 3 twists but you can do as many as you want. The only difficult part is gently bringing them back together so that they fit into a 9 x 5 inch loaf pan.
Wow. Gabby really knows how to pick ’em…I never in a million years thought Ethiopian cuisine would be our March theme but I guess that’s how this challenge works. I did more research than I have with the previous countries because when I’m flying entirely blind like I was this month, having never eaten at an Ethiopian restaurant or even known anyone Ethiopian, I wasn’t about to ‘play around’ with flavours. As of last week, the only thing I knew about Ethiopian food was that it was spicy and the stews were eaten using injera. I find, as is the case for many things in life, that you get more out of this challenge, when you put more into it. Merely mimicking the flavours to suit your style of cooking isn’t enough to fully understand the unique ingredients and how they are used within Ethiopian cuisine.
So, I’m going to begin with the injera as a starting point. What is it? It’s a fermented flatbread traditionally made using Teff flour. Teff is a tiny grain (there are 3000 grains of teff in one gram!) which grows quickly in less than optimal circumstances (compared to wheat). It’s nutritionally dense; high in protein, calcium, and is gluten free. This, along with the nutty flavour, make Teff injera the perfect accompaniment to Ethiopian stews, or wots. The flavour of traditional injera can be quite bitter and pronounced (and expensive), so many North American recipes call for a combination of flours instead of 100% teff. I managed to find some ground teff flour and watch some online videos which were all in Amharic, one of the most common languages spoken in Ethiopia. The recipes are also not very helpful because they aren’t very exact, as often these kind of cooking traditions are passed down orally and not written down at all. It’s important to note that the injera needs to be fermented for at least 4 days (you should smell my laundry room!) so it’s a project that takes time and effort. Once the batter is fully fermented, it is poured out onto a grill similar to making pancakes though it is only cooked on one side, leaving the other side to bubble and become full of holes. The finished product has a spongy texture, perfect for sopping up stew juices. Traditionally there are no utensils at an Ethiopian table, only injera and the dinner is served family style on a central platter with everyone gathered together to enjoy the food.
There are some interesting ingredients and techniques used in Ethiopian cooking, one being the use of spiced clarified butter, or Nit’ir Qibe as a finishing flavour. There is no definitive recipe for nit’ir qibe, it’s like the garam masala of Ethiopian cooking, with each family having their own version. I already had clarified butter (desi ghee) so I skipped a bit of time and just infused the clarified butter with added ingredients. I used a combination of spices from a recipe I found at food.com so it may not be traditional (or use authentic Ethiopian herbs like oregano, cardamom, etc.) but it sure turned out tasty. I cooked some rice in the rice cooker with a 1/4 tsp black nigella seeds, then finished it with a few tablespoons of nit’re qibe and it fabulous!
Next, I learned that making an authentic (or as authentic as I know how to) Ethiopian wot doesn’t take a lot of ingredients, but it does take a lot of TIME. The amount of time that you spend on a recipe adds on to the flavour in an important way. Most wots begin with the slow cooking of onion purée because you know what else grows in Ethiopia? Onions.
Most importantly, you need to know that Ethiopian food is DAMN spicy. I’ve been burned too many times (pun intended) with curry pastes, chili powders, amounts of peppers, etc. in other cuisines to not check the spice level of the ingredient that I’m going to use. Berbere is a mixture of spices including but not limited to chili peppers, garlic, ginger, basil, kararima, rue, ajwain or radhuni, nigella, and fenugreek, it looks spicy and it is fiery hot. Now, I like a bit of spice as much as the next person…red Thai curry, Korean kimchi, vindaloo, etc. but nothing prepared me for the raging inferno that overtook my tongue when I tried just the slightest dab of Berbere. There was no way in h-e- double hockey sticks that I was going to add 1/4 cup to the Doro Wat. I settled on a rounded tablespoon and we all agree that was a fair amount for our palates. Before you judge, head on down to your nearest Ethiopian ‘convenience store’ and give their house berbere blend a go.
A typical Ethiopian feast (L to R): Kai Wot, Doro Wat, and Misir Wot served on and with injera
Typically the above pictured dishes would have a striking red colour due to the amount of berbere added, but they would have been so hot as to be inedible in my house. My favourite dish was the Misir Wot because I am always looking for new and interesting lentil dishes. I was also pretty intrigued by the Shiro Powder that I bought at the Ethiopian convenience store. It’s made of peas, lentils, and chickpeas that are dried and ground into a fine powder and mixed with a combination of spices and herbs (fenugreek, cardamom, and sacred basil to name a few – as well as dried garlic and ginger). When mixed with onions, garlic, water, and some green peppers it becomes a dish on it’s own. I decided that I would add the Shiro powder to the lentils so that I could try both together. Without the nit’ir qibe as a finishing agent, it would make a great vegan dish for my daughter.
I debated a bit as to how I was going to present my Ethiopian feast. There’s actually a small African convenience store very close to where I live, though it carries mostly Nigerian and Ghanian food stuffs and sundries. It does have a gorgeous selection of ‘African’ block print fabrics which are used to make traditional dresses for special occasions. The history of how these prints came to be popular in African culture is quite an interesting read, so if you have time head over to HERE and enjoy. At the store I waited for quite a while as the cashier performed various tasks for other customers, only to find out that each 6 metres of fabric cost upwards of $60. I couldn’t justify spending that amount on such a huge amount of fabric I only needed for an hour or two. It suddenly dawned on me that our Nigerian neighbours might have some and if they did, I felt sure they would let me borrow it for an afternoon. It turned out that Dee had a whole stack of gorgeous fabric and in the end I couldn’t decide which one to use so I used them all!
I’m super excited to see what all the other Around the World in Twelve Plates participants did for the Ethiopian challenge. We all have our own unique ways of completing each month’s challenges. If you want to see what everyone else is up to, clink on the links below!
Gabby at The Food Girl in Town
Cristina at I Say Nomato
Loretto & Nicoletta at Sugar Love Spices
Add all ingredients to a small pot. Heat until mixture maintains a slight simmer. Simmer for 15 minutes. Strain.
(adapted from A Soulful Appetite)
(From Daring Gourmet)
Though I may be Canadian in the most general of definitions, I, like many other Canadians also identify with the cultural pieces of my heritage. My grandparent’s families made the long journey to this country and settled into Saskatchewan, where they merged their cultures together to form one Canadian identity. Each cultural influence has had an important part in shaping me as I am today, the same way it has such an important part in shaping Canada as it is today. I never think of myself (or Canada) as having one static culture, but more as a fluid culture that has a life of it’s own. Like Canada. I love that we are all so alike in our differences, I find it unifying.
Using food as a medium, I have explored my German background, added to my genetic history by my Grandpa Leaderhouse and reinforced by my Herzog grandparents who entered my life much later on. It was through them that I became exposed to a bit more German cuisine and culture (we’re talking sausage making, sauerkraut, pork hocks, and spaetzle). My paternal Grandmother, Grandma Leaderhouse was of pure Hungarian descent. She retained a wonderful accent throughout her entire life, even though she had been born in Canada and eventually lost the ability to speak Hungarian. She passed her love of bacon to me (Hungarians love their bacon and smoked sausages) and I remember her making poppy seed rolls, but never anything more ‘Hungarian’ than that. It makes me sad, that cultural part of my past remains lost and I would love to learn more about it in the future.
I am, genetically speaking, half ‘French Canadian’ and it’s the part of my cultural heritage that I know the most about. My grandma Lajeunesse’s (nee Ruel) family lived in the Saskatchewan French settlement of Debden, where she met my grandfather. She spoke only French until their children began attending an English school (it is odd that there was only an English school in a French settlement…) and now, at 92 years of age, she speaks a quaint mixture of ‘Frenglish’. By the way, she’s not your average ‘sweet’ granny. She’s 4 feet 9 inches of dynamite and she makes me laugh all the time. Her cooking has probably made the most cultural impact in my life because it was through her (and my mother) that I experienced Tourtiere, farlouche (sugar and raisin pie), Tire sur la neige, baked beans, and maple fudge. There are quite a few of us cousins on the French side of the family and we were all taught the ‘Frenglish’ version of grand–mère, which has been reduced to ma mère. So, even though I know that ma mère means ‘my mother’, I use it to refer to my French grandmother.
This recipe for Maple Fudge has been passed down for generations. It is second in popularity only to ma mère’s homemade doughnuts at family gatherings. Being from Saskatchewan, maple syrup was too dear to be included in a recipe in such vast quantities. Instead, maple flavouring was used. Here is the original recipe as copied from our family cookbook with the maple flavouring. I wanted to return the recipe to it’s true Québecois roots, so my corrections are listed at the end of the recipe. Ma mère is getting up there in age, so she doesn’t make the doughnuts or fudge any longer. It’s time for us grandchildren to carry on the tradition!
NOTE: Here are my alterations to the ingredients… I added the first six ingredients and cooked to the soft ball stage, then I transferred it to a stand mixer bowl and let it cool a bit. I started the mixer slowly at first (this is hot sugar!), then beat it at high speed until it became creamy. Add the nuts and beat them into the fudge then pour out into the prepared pan.
I hated Fish Pie growing up. On the days that I came home from school, tired after an hour long bus ride on bumpy country roads, and smelled a fish pie baking as soon as I walked in the door…my stomach turned. The fish smell was so overpowering and back then, I was a kid who just didn’t like anything to do with fish. I hated ice fishing; standing over an open hole in the middle of a freezing lake with no shelter from the wind and hoping for a bite was entirely pointless to me. I think the only good thing about ice fishing back in those days was that my parents would always stop at the store for snacks, which meant a bag of chips and some licorice. Back in those days, that was a real treat.
I despised the taste (and smell) of ‘fishy fish’ and I would always ask my dad if the fish was going to be ‘fishy’. As if he would know! I eventually learned that it was Jack fish (or Northern Pike) that was the ‘fishy’ tasting fish and White fish was more mild but had tiny, delicate bones. Oh, the bones!! I hated those too.
Now that I’m an adult, I love fish. Go figure. What’s strangest of all, is that I actually crave my mom’s fish pie. I’ve been wanting to make it for a while but put it off because the first ingredient needed for fish pie is canned fish. I’m not talking canned salmon (though you can use it in a pinch) but fresh caught fish, preserved in jars with a bit of vinegar, herbs, and tomato. When I asked my mom for the recipe, she pointed me in the direction of the family cookbook which contained the recipes for both the canned fish and the fish pie. I also discovered that my Grandma was the original author of this recipe (not my mom) and that it was, essentially, a quiche. I love it. I love that my Grandma invented quiche!!
My parents thought I was silly for buying fresh fish (they told me to buy canned salmon), then canning it just to make this recipe but I really wanted to go as close to the original recipe as I could. I bought a wild Steelhead Trout and sliced it up. One large fillet ended up filling 3 500 ml jars.
Hot Water Bath Processing – Place hot jars on the rack of a canner filled with boiling water. Lower the rack and ensure the water is deep enough to cover the jars. Process for 2 hours. NOTE: The recipe says to do this for 5 hours. I think that’s a bit ridiculous, however, I do know that hot water processing is NOT recommended for meat or fish. Just because my Grandma and mom did it (and we didn’t die) doesn’t mean that it is 100% safe. For that, you need a pressure canner.
Pressure Canning – Process at 10 lbs pressure for two hours. I really have no idea HOW, that’s just what the recipe says.
OR yes, you can use fish from a can. I recommend you purchase the best canned salmon as possible.
After enjoying cooking my dish for the first ‘Around the World in Twelve Plates’ installment (Chinese Red Cooked Beef), I felt I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sign up for the second round of adventure in February. As I waited eagerly for The Food Girl in Town‘s announcement of the next world cuisine, several subliminal suggestions ran through my head…how about Hawaiian, or Sri Lankan? Could the next country be Spain, or how about Iceland? Truly, I had no idea where I would be cooking from next. Then the announcement came and it was a bit of a shocker: Brazil.
I immediately started running through what I know about Brazilian cuisine in my head. It didn’t take long. Calgary has several Brazilian steakhouses and so I am familiar with the rodizio style of dining where you dine on all you can eat churrasco (grilled meat) which is served table-side and sliced directly onto your plate. I’ve been to a couple of these places and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to pull off a similar meat-fest at home, especially in the dead of winter.
During the 2014 World Cup held in Brazil, I watched countless hours of ‘the beautiful game’ and found myself getting hungry, or more accurately, thirsty for an authentic Brazilian caipirhina, which is a cocktail made with Brazilian rum, cachaça, fresh fruit, and a bit of sugar. It takes a fair amount of muddling, but all that work is certainly worth it. However, this is a food post, not a cocktail post so my limited experience would not do. I had to investigate further. A quick check at my closest Chapters, revealed absolutely NO suitable cookbooks at all. My next stop was the library and I had a bit more luck there, but after searching there were really only 3 books in the whole system, and only one of them was available. I put Brazilian Food (by Thiago Castanho) on hold and waited for it to arrive at my branch for pick up.
Annatto seeds, Korean Dried Salt Shrimp, re-hydrating the shrimp
It was pretty evident that ‘Brazilian Food’ was by no means a beginner’s guide to Brazilian cuisine. It features regional specialties and recipes by local chefs and did not really explain any basics like ‘what the hell are dried salt shrimp’?! It took a fair amount of browsing before I was confident enough that I could make one of the recipes; Vatapá da Maria Helena (Maria Helena’s Creamy Shrimp and Coconut Stew). Maria Helena is a cook at Remanso do Bosque restaurant, but this dish is more of an every day average dish you might find on the streets of several more Northern Brazilian states, and especially in Bahia. This north east Brazilian state has a lengthy coastline and seafood is a main staple in this region. Like many countries, Brazil’s cuisine is not an entity on it’s own, but a mosaic of flavours which reflects the country’s immigrant heritage combined with indigenous tradition. This Creamy Shrimp and Coconut Stew is of African origin, but uses Brazilian ingredients such as dried salt shrimp, colorau (ground annatto), and dendé (red palm oil). It wasn’t an easy task finding these ingredients and I went to several places before I had rounded up every one. With some help from an Asian friend I was able to source the right kind of dried salt shrimp at a Korean store, I found the red palm oil at a health food store, and eventually sourced the annatto at a nearby Mexican supermarket.
Brazilian Food page 44-45 (by Thiago Castanho) serves 4
Arroz Branco – Brazilian Style White Rice (page 94)
The original recipe made enough for ten people so I halved all the ingredients (but strangely, doubled the rice!) for our small family. We enjoyed the flavour of the sauce, though the boys were a bit disappointed because they thought they were getting a curry. I picked this dish for it’s simplicity and colour, and it did not disappoint. The combination of the ground annatto and dendé oil really made this dish unique and beautiful (though I understand now why people buy it pre-ground, it’s worse for staining than turmeric!). The sauce is very subtle and sweet, with a great texture achieved by using the bread as a thickener. I would make this again, and might have to since I have plenty of ingredients left over in my pantry.
I spoke with chef Joao Dachery (from Pampa Brazilian Steakhouse) a few days later and he was impressed with the colour on the stew (of course I showed him a photo!) and gave me some important tips on cooking with dendé oil, mainly that it has a very low smoke point, so it is important to add it at the end for flavour and colour. He also told me I should try to make Moqueca, which is another typical Brazilian fish stew. Now I know what to do with the extra ingredients!
Make sure you check the rest of the amazing fellow bloggers that met the challenge for “Around the World in 12 Plates, Brazil”:
Sugar Love Spices http://www.sugarlovespices.com/quindim-brazilian-dessert/
I tried to pretend I was a winter-loving Canadian for years. I skated on frozen ponds, strapped on cross country skis and forged my own path through the prairie fields out behind our home, I even own a set of downhill skis and boots. The magical transformation never happened for me. I prefer heat over windchill and being cozy over frozen toes. The world sees Canadians as winter lovers, with warm maple syrup running through our veins and a pet beaver…and while I have friends that do ‘the Canadian thing’ (minus the pet beaver), I’m much more likely to embrace the concept of Danish ‘hygge’ (pronounced ‘hooga’). Getting cozy under a blanket with my dachshunds, a book, and some tea or local beer is my best weapon against the long, dark, and cold winter months. It’s my Canadian ‘survival mode’.
As the days grow longer and the average temperature climbs ever upward, I am wont to shed my woolies, plant the garden, transform all the freshness into deliciousness and EXPERIENCE the growth and wonder. We have three months of summer ahead of us now and there’s no looking back; only ahead to the experiences that make you happy and fulfilled. Hygge can happen during any season, because it’s a state of mind…of being one with the comfort of your surroundings. It’s the feeling that you are really where you need to be at that one moment in time.
It’s quite astonishing that one of the most hygge things I did in 2016, turned out not to occur during winter months but in August of 2016. Our summer was busy, so busy that we really only had one opportunity to drag out the tent trailer for the weekend. Getting everything ready, travelling, and setting up camp is NOT hygge, but the act of camping itself is most definitely hygge to me. When we were invited to take part in ‘Rootstock‘, the lure of camping in a sunny field and experiencing the bounty of our land through the hard work of local farmers, artisans, and producers was too amazing to pass up. There’s nothing more hygge than sitting round a table, discussing the big and small things in life with friends and family.
In Alberta, the discussion of sustainable agriculture and agricultural awareness has become more and more immediate. We must become more aware of how our food is grown and produced, we must support viable local food systems in order to keep agriculture sustainable for generations to come. Food Water Wellness is working with Alberta Rural Development in the creation of an online learning and information sharing portal entitled, We All Grow. We All Grow aims to facilitate dialogue between farmers, provide information to new and experienced farmers, and inspire connections between consumers and farmers.
Rootstock 2016, was a country style celebration of small scale agriculture and artistans which took place at Fallen Timber Meadery in Water Valley, Alberta. There was an open air market, filled with a wide variety of local products and friendly producers who were more than happy to chat about farm life, chocolate making, coffee roasting, or distilling. It was a great way to get to know the people who provided our sustenance for the weekend. During the open air market, we enjoyed delicious appetizers from Bear and the Flower Farm, Redtail Farms, and Hoven Farms; all food was prepared onsite by Dave Cousineau (executive chef of The Bison; Banff), Barb Thomas (Love2Eat) with desserts by Michael Tilley (Rouge). We didn’t go thirsty either, with drinks provided by Fallen Timber Meadery, Eau Claire Distillery, Calgary Heritage Roasting Company, Village Brewery, and Banded Peak Brewing.
Hoven Farms Beef Paté w Sea Buckthorn; Watermelon and Redtail Farms Prosciutto;
Bear and the Flower Pork Hock w Fallen Timber Honey Wine Jelly Crostini
When dinner was announced, we entered a magical tent filled with long communal-style tables and hay bale benches. The tables were covered with white linens set with mis-matched fine china and glass jars to emphasize the ‘country-chic’ style. Large vases of colourful locally grown flowers appeared sporadically on the tables, interspersed with candles. The effect was breathtaking.
Soon, all the work from the kitchen was about to be delivered to our tables, and we were ready to enjoy the fruits of our Alberta farmer’s and producer’s labour. Dinner began with an outstanding salad with fresh greens from Willow Brush Ranch and Country Thyme Farm, cold pressed canola oil from Highwood Crossing, Shirley’s Greenhouse tomatoes, and fresh feta from SweetMeadow Farmstead Cheese.After we had eaten our salads, the mains were brought in on long planks. It was the most impressive food delivery method I’ve seen and it caused quite a stir among the hungry guests. Imagine a six foot by one foot plank filled with Portuguese Grilled Chicken, Braised Pork Shoulder, Spice Rubbed Smoked Sirloin Roast, Braised Beef Short Ribs with sides of local Madras-Spiced Potatoes, Zucchini Gratin, Beets with yoghurt and mint, Beans with Garlic Scapes and Maple Syrup, and Grilled fresh Baby Corn.
Eagle Creek Farms, Country Thyme Farms, Blue Mountain Biodynamic, Kohut Farms
Dessert was brought in on smaller planks, but it was as stunning as the mains. We were blown away by the Strawberry Vanilla Panna Cottas featuring Ryan’s Honey foam, chocolate crumb, rhubarb coulis & lemon balm. Also scattered along the dessert board were locally made chocolates by Anne Selmer (Cochu Chocolatier), some of which featured Eau Claire Distillery spirits, Ryan’s Honey, Fallentimber Mead, Calgary Heritage Roasting Company coffee, or bacon from Bear and the Flower Farm.
With dinner done, we had great cause for dancing! The stars twinkled outside, while inside we were treated to lively melodies and harmonious singing by Folk Road Show, Gabrielle Papillon, and the headlining act, Reuben and the Dark. There really wasn’t a sad soul in the tent, as everyone was fully in tune with whatever direction the night would take us.
Reuben and the Dark
We danced late into the night until we finally grew tired and sent ourselves back up the hill to tent trailer. On the way up, we were distracted by the beauty of the wide open sky above and decided to end our night with some stargazing. Laying there on the ground, we became aware of the connection between ourselves, the land, and the sky while the vibrations of the far away music connected us to the present moment. Our perfect state of hygge seemed to last forever as we lay there, not wanting to leave until the last meteor streaked across the sky and the sun rose above the horizon.
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