Homemade honey in Montreal; living near the water makes me very much want to become Thoreau.
Crepe with nutella/everything marvelous in life
Duck confit; was a bit dry and the salad a bit acidic.
French toast brunch at a little place on St. Laurent; respect for amaretto liquor. Not having air conditioning on a daily basis dissuades you from dining al-fresco, however.
The decor was a bit eighties Vegas, but the sugar container is completely minimalist and smashing.
Also, freshly-made jam! Do I have the ambition to do this at home?
The shops in Old Montreal are adorable; an array of eclectic merchandise.
the salad with smoked salmon and goat cheese was very homey, like a reunion of produce from a country market.
After Montreal, I developed an addiction to grilled sandwiches and vegan granola bars, the latter probably the healthier. I think this phase passed, but for a while, it looked as if freshman 15 was starting earlier than anticipated.
This was a carb-filled day in Georgetown. I figured I would celebrate.
I would very much like to pass many afternoons dreamily at Baked & Wired, sipping deep coffee and being immersed in a delicious book.
And ice cream, gobs and gobs of ice cream.
