Happy I-Arrived-In-Canada-Exactly-One-Year-Ago-Today Anniversary to me!
Moose maple syrup Tim Hortons winter Leafs loonies Queen West beavers Blue Jays streetcars toonies cider winter smiles butter tarts parks markets delicata squash narwhals Toronto winter subway Timbits sunshine dancing becoming happiness laughter winter friendship certainty Canada.
With that out of the way (I did my All The Feelings About Moving Overseas post back in August, because apparently I like to create multiple anniversaries), here’s a look at some of my recent joyful Toronto adventures.
Gabby and I went to the annual Toronto Underground Market at Evergreen Brick Works, whereupon I applauded the names of ME.N.U Food Truck’s rice balls. (And then burst into giggles when a little girl pointed at the DeadMau5 sign while squealing “Look mum! Mickey Mouse!” …no, sweetie. No.)
My photo of the crispy oozing cheese-y ME.N.U Porkzilla won me a spot in Gastropost the following weekend, but it was the sweets at the market that truly won my heart.
Boreal Gelato’s Macintosh Apple Cinnamon sorbet tasted exactly, exactly, exactly like apple pie or apple crumble filling. When I mentioned this to Gabby, her eyes lit up and she reached for her bag.
“I have some granola in here,” she whispered. “Do you think we should top the sorbet with it?”
Yes, Gabby. Always. We should always be doing that.
Love this lady.
We also tried a vegan Gado Gado at the festival, but I must admit it didn’t float my boat. Not punchy enough for my liking. However, the tapioca chips did pull off their prawn cracker impersonation impeccably well.
Did someone say Halloween candy?
Well, I know what my breakfast is going to consist of for the next month.
Just kidding; it was only a fire drill. During which time I held a minute’s grateful silence for the fact that my work’s annual half-hour fire drill took place now, and not in winter. My extremities thank you, almighty bosslords.
Hello friend! Hello friend discovered whilst semi-lost in Yorkville in search of the night’s Bachata dancing club!
Oh, you want to come play? Aren’t you cute! Aren’t you adorable! Let’s play!
TOO CLOSE A LITTLE TOO CLOSE PLEASE DON’T ATTACK ME.
Vegan dinner of bliss (kale, sweet potato and chickpea salad with tahini dressing; pesto quinoa with roasted carrots; mashed kumara; baked tofu; olive tomato lentil soup; my new favourite wine) cooked by my Lisa.
LoveBots and Kanga Aussie Meat Pies at my local markets.
And bags of Kettle Corn nearly as big as I am.
If that isn’t proof positive that my decision to move halfway across the world on a whim was the best darn decision I’ve ever made, then I don’t know what is.