You'll be eating bacon and eggs and remark in passing that somehow bacon doesn't taste the way it used to but that's as far as you get. If you think about it at all beyond that, you will probably assume that you are romanticising memories from your youth.
I first realized what good food was supposed to taste like when Tamara and the big Guy visited several years ago and took Henry and I out for supper to a very nice restaurant.
While enjoying an amazing meal it occured to me that this was what God had intended when he gave us food to eat!
Each year Tamara and the Big Guy would visit and we would try out a new restaurant and each year I became more and more interested in the difference between the food we ate there and what I made at home.
I became fascinated with cooking shows and became obsessed with the idea that if only I could learn to cook like a real chef I would be able to enjoy this marvelous food at home every day.
Over time, as I came to learn more and more about what goes into the food we buy at our local grocery store, I came to realize that unless I went back to basics and started buying local food in season that had'nt been processed to within a inch of it's life I would never eat truly good food at home.
And so a Quest began. . .
Good friends of ours moved back to Holland recently and just before they left we had them over for Sunday lunch.
Wanting to serve something special for dessert I decided to serve fresh strawberry shortcake.
The strawberries came from a local, organic, U-Pick farm where Ev, her husband and youngest daughter and I picked one drizzly Saturday morning.
I sliced them, sprinkled them with sugar and threw in a small piece of vanilla bean and left that to sit overnight.
The strawberries were served on freshly baked sweet biscuits with a crunchy sugar crust and topped off with whipped cream.
If you live on the west coast where locally grown fresh fruit is readily available, you won't understand how truly delicious that strawberry shortcake was. . .
If you live in Edmonton where fresh local fruit is not so easily come by and you generally settle for cardboard flavoured fruit. . .
Well all I can say is. . .
It may be more work, but oh, it is sooo worth it!
Yummm!
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3 comments:
I hear you! But I thought that I was the sister that obsessed about food?! HOw come you obsess, and you're still skinny, I just think about it from time to time, and I'm.....well..not skinny? Too bad dad didn't pass on the skinny genes to me as well as the sweet tooth! I am looking forward to tasting the bounty of your hard work :)Lisa
I've been realizing this the last few years myself. I now make a point of buying my meats from a butcher. When I can I make the treck over to Pitt Meadows and hit up Hopcott farms, where they sell there own meat. The great thing about their store is that they also sell fruits and veggies, but only ones grown locally. It's so great to pick up the bits and peices that my garden doesn't produce.
The food tastes all the better for it!
Yep Lisa, unfortunately we inherited it from my side of the fambly :-(
I don't know if this good looking food (making me crave some) Was the long awaited blog I've been waiting for tho Rosa :-)
Never satisfied am I???
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