A couple of weeks ago I went back to Montreal to attend a conference. Of course, on top of all of the work, I was busy seeing my friends and family. It’s always a whirlwind when I go back. Part of me feels like Montreal is still home but at the same time, I don’t feel connected to the city. I don’t have places that I always go visit or restaurants that I love. I never really feel like I know what’s going on, the landscape of the city changes so much, so quickly. So, when I go out with my friends, I rely on them to choose where we will eat, drink and relax. One night, my friend pulled together some suggestions for dinner, I chose one that sounded good, and we headed off to have a nice meal. We had both never been to this particular restaurant before. The food looked great but when we sat down and saw the prices we walked straight out. After a couple more interesting choices, which involved hastily drinking a margherita and walking out of a second restaurant, we finally landed on a winner.
A few weeks ago at the farmer’s market, I had a bunch of bagels leftover. The lady next to me was selling cucumbers and we bartered our wares. I ended up with a lot of cucumbers. Four huge english cucumbers to be exact. On top of that, my boyfriend was out of town for a few days, so I was left to consume them on my own. While I could have easily juiced them, I got hooked on making cucumber salad. I would make a big bowl of salad, thinking that I would have leftovers hanging out in the fridge (it is definitely the type of salad that improves as it sits). But, instead, I would end up eating a whole english cucumber in one sitting. I couldn’t stop. It was delicious.
Over a year ago we went to Costa Rica for a couple of weeks. We didn’t know much about the food there before we went but we quickly learned that in addition to the amazing fresh fruit smoothies, fish and fried plantains, we would be eating a lot of rice and beans. If you had asked me before we went if rice and beans excited me, I would have said no. It’s not something I usually eat at home and the idea of eating them at least twice a day with every meal would not have sounded overly appealing to me. Surprisingly, the rice and beans that I had there were often very, very tasty: super flavourful without being overly spiced. Regardless, by the end of the trip, it became a running joke that the first thing I would cook for us when we got back home was rice and beans. Honestly, after 14 days of it, we weren’t going to be eating rice and beans and time soon.
As much as I wanted to eat everything when we were in Vancouver, eating out three meals a day is a little much. Solution: smoothies from Whole Foods. Instead of going out for a big breakfast, I was able to keep up with my smoothie addiction by frequenting Whole Foods every morning. Even though I would never spend that much on a smoothie in ‘normal’ life, when we’re on vacation the little indulgences feel way more acceptable. One morning when we were sipping our drinks, I got the dreaded case of food (or drink) envy. Intense drink envy. It wasn’t that the drink that I got was bad, but my boyfriend’s was so much better. I snuck a few sips and then ordered the same one the next day. Man, it was good.