I miss that face up there. That face is the face of my fantabulous housemate Sarah back in Toronto, and it is a face that my face enjoyed facing every day of our long winter face something face face this is one of those situations where the more you say a word the more nonsensical it seems face face face.
(I may or may not have eaten an unseemly amount of ice cream immediately prior to writing this post. Face face face.)
Before I left Toronto, Sarah and I made a point of setting aside a few weekend days for Outside The House Adventures and, each time, we started said adventures with brunch or lunch at the Fresh closest to our house.
The juices are lovely, and the coffees can be made with almond milk. At our first brunch, Sarah and I sat at the bar ogling the enormous carrots and mountains of bananas wielded by Fresh’s juice chefs (juiceisters? juicetenders? juiceologists?), before diving into our delicious plates of goodness.
Sarah ordered from the gluten allergy friendly menu, opting for the blueberry pancakes with scrambled tofu and tempeh bacon. It hurt my heart that the pancakes arrived topped with the devilfruit, but perhaps this was a deliberate ploy to prevent me from stealing all the pancakes. All of them.
What is a meal without dessert? Fresh stocks desserts by Sweets From The Earth, and I took a gamble on the Gluten-Free Walnut Brownie.
Eaten later while watching Departures with Sarah, the brownie had a great mix of crispy-outside and fudgy-inside, with the walnuts balancing the sweetness of each bite.
A few days before I left for the U.S., Sarah and I returned for a last meal at Fresh. As glorious as the red lentil, tomato, and fennel soup, grilled cornbread, hummus, and superfood salad were, no food could compare to the joy of sitting on a patio on a sunny spring day after six months of brutally cold weather…