I’ve been in Canada for a month now.
How is it possible that I’ve been in Canada for a month now?
I don’t understand. I don’t understand how it can be four months since I left my job, and three and half months since I last saw my family.
And yet, at the same time, it makes perfect sense. For I have within my heart and soul a hundred-dozen-thousandty new travel-created shimmering memories of adventures and hugs and learning and wonder and yoga-by-the-fireplace and smiles and low-voiced-conversations and desserts and laughing-collapsed-on-the-floor-in-tears and friendship-beyond-friendship and all the glorious things, all the glorious things, all the glorious new dazzling things.
I still have much to catch you up on from these past few months. However, today I had lunch with three wonderful radiant women at Kale Eatery, one of Toronto’s vegan cafés, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to skip to the present.
On the left we have Lisa, whom you may remember from my Ode To Lisa How to Fall in Love with Toronto posts. She is wonder and light. On the right is Heather, who is gorgeously cheerful and adores traveling (which is always a good thing in a person). Oh, and the middle one is me, in case you’re visiting this blog for the first time. Yep.
The fourth friend-blogger-lady at our table was the amazing Ricki of Diet, Dessert, and Dogs, who made the long drive into Toronto just to meet us for lunch. I was thrilled beyond measure to finally meet my darling friend Ricki and, furthermore, give her the hug in person that I’ve longed to envelop her in throughout our years of gift swaps and emails. Ricki, thank you for your support, the words of wisdom you’ve bequeathed to me in so many emails, and your friendship most of all.
Kale Eatery is known for its self-serve-by-weight buffet of steamed and sautéed vegetables, stews, tofu, and grains. While the buffet was appealing, my heart longed for something piping hot and kale-including, and so I opted for the kale and quinoa soup. It was quite pleasant, with the fresh dill providing a nice pop of flavour.
Even more exciting, though, was Ricki’s gift bag of goodies from her upcoming cookbook, which we dove into after lunch with glee. Gluten-free and ACD-friendly, Ricki’s treats were delicious, completely avoiding the dense-crumbly-sadface texture that plagues many gluten-free products. The sweet potato chocolate chip muffins were fluffy and bright with spices, the goji and carob chip blondies sweet with a satisfying chew, and the macadamia sesame cookies crisp and nutty. There was also a zucchini and pineapple loaf, which I dream of slathering in almond butter. Thank you for sharing, Ricki!
Friendship, kale, and smiles. They make the world go round.