Food For Grazing

One of my favourite meals in the summer -- or any time of year, for that matter -- is a platter of thinly sliced raw fruit and veg, olives, dip and, most importantly, cheese. Crackers and (sometimes) a baguette are also involved.

When I write out the contents, I picture one of those pre-made platters you get at the grocery store. But my platters aren't like that. They have some class. And although it doesn't seem like they contain a lot of food, the grazing is always enough to fill me up without feeling uncomfortably full.

Leslieville Cheese Shop recently opened a second location just a few blocks away from me on Queen West and its presence has me thinking I will be making a LOT of platters this summer. Along with cheeses, the store has breads from the Leaside-based bakery Epi (the rosemary olive oil bread is amazing), homemade dips like smoked mozzarella and sundried tomato tapenade, crackers, jams and other such snacky things. (Oh yes, they also carry Niscoise olives, which can be tricky to find!)

On a recent visit, I picked up the blue cheese/artichoke/walnut dip, which was a bit strong for my tastes, and a hunk of Beemster Gras from Holland (pictured above on the left). I first tried Beemster at the original Leslieville Cheese Shop in one of their delish grilled cheese sandwiches. The Beemster Gras is a seasonal cheese only available at the beginning of summer (made from early spring cow's milk) and it's a lovely, mild and sweet cheese that's creamy but not too soft and mellow without being boring. Definitely one of my new faves. Along with cheese, some of my platter staples are radishes, apples and pickles.

Add some wine and you're in biz.

p.s. If you're a cheese lover like me, check out this blog. It'll get your dairy cravings going for sure.

Luminato-ing

Luminato is a pretty crazy hyped event in Toronto. It's cool to see an arts festival that gets so much money and media attention, but, I admit, I'm always a little skeptical of such hype (Nuit Blanche comes to mind).

In this case, however, my skepticism was quashed, at least when it came to the two events I witnessed.

Tales of the Uncanny, a German horror movie from 1919, screened for the first time in Canada at Luminato. The film -- as full of comic gesture as creepiness -- was set to instrumentals by electronica artist Robert Lippok, Owen Pallett, and Do Make Say Think. It rained to various degrees during the show, but I think it actually added to the atmosphere (unlike the glaring TV screens of Yonge-Dundas square...meh). At times I forgot the music was there, but then it would jolt me back to awareness as scenes grew more suspenseful, like during climax of Poe's The Black Cat (cat in wall -- gah!!). I love the idea of art forms converging like this. It's not to say they can't be appreciated separately, but they can be even more engaging when melded together thoughtfully.

Another Luminato premiere was the RedBall Project by Kurt Perschke. If I had to describe the way I saw it in one word it would be squelched (a word I love, by the way). It was lodged between two buildings on Queen Street and what struck me most about it was the way it was squelched into a normal setting, throwing off balance but also imparting a strange sense of calm.

Why I Love Getting Mail

My tastes veer to modern when it comes to a lot of things, but when I got this lovely card from my grandmother a few weeks ago, I was taken by the spring-y blue, old-fashioned pattern. It looks like a tea towel in print! 

Power Ball

I went to Power Ball, the artsy fundraising bash for The Power Plant Contemporary Art Gallery, last Thursday. 

Check out the fabulous photos (by Nikki Leigh McKean) and my write-up on the event here. 

The Perfect Summer Meal

Ever since I tried ceviche for the first time last summer, I've had a bit of a fixation with it. I'm  a raw fish fan to begin with, so it makes sense that the texture appeals to me. But it's the flavour of ceviche I got hooked on — fresh, citrusy, and (in most cases) cilantro-y.

Last night, it was a lucky set of circumstances (and a good memory for restaurant names) that led my friend and I to La Bella Managua at Bloor and Ossington. It has been written up several times for its ceviche and the off-the-menu dish did not disappoint: small cubes of firm mahi mahi marinated in lime juice with red peppers, red onion and cilantro served with sweet and crispy fried plaintain chips. I could easily eat this several nights a week, especially in the summer. 

Because I was feeling uber gluttonous (it was 10:30 and we were mostly looking for a snack), I went ahead and ordered the Bandeja Tipica, a traditional Nicaraguan dish of rice and beans with fried plaintain, cabbage salad, avocado, tortilla and fresh cheese. Also delish. 

I didn't have my camera on me, so sadly no pictures. But I hope your mouth is watering despite the absence of visuals. (Yep, mine is).

Shades of Cream

I'm one of those people who have a habit of buying clothes that look the same (or have a similar prominent feature) without even realizing it. Back in university, someone pointed out to me that I had a bunch of pants with a similar front pocket scheme going on. Then I had a thing for three-quarter length sleeve cardigans, which didn't really hit me until I had four in my closet. And I've just had another repeat purchase pointed out to me — cream-coloured shirts. (Isn't cream such a yummy word?)

I've purchased three t-shirts in the last two months, all of which are similar shades cream. It's a good colour — very similar, in fact, to the wall paint in my apartment, way warmer than white and great with dark denim. I think it's the perfect colour for tan-disabled redheads (even faux ones like me).  

To my shopping credit, the three same-ish shirts all have different stuff going on — there is the perfectly plain crew neck from American Apparel, the black-patterned v-neck from Victoire in Ottawa, and a gathered, crochet-patterned part blouse/part tee from Urban Outfitters. 

So while the fashion mags (as always) declare that colour is in for spring, I'll be hanging out in my new favourite neutral. Mmm cream. 

Found! An Ideal Apartment

I'm in love with this apartment building because it reminds me of New York — and I'm a fan of pretty much all things New York — and because it's so unlike the cookie-cutter condos that glut Toronto. As soon as I saw this apartment listing, I started daydreaming that I owned it. There's something very romantic about living in a building with a lot of history. I think it ties you more to the urban landscape than a 500-square-foot, 42nd floor condo unit overlooking the Gardiner that's surrounded by amenities that scream suburbs. But sadly it seems there are only a few buildings like this in the city where you can actually purchase an apartment.  

Photo: http://www.412jarvis.ca/

One summer, I lived in a charming old building at Yonge and St. Clair. Glenn Gould used to live there! It had an elevator you entered through a pull-open door with a small glass window, painted radiators, and black (often faulty) push-button buzzers with type-written name tags. I miss that building and the feeling I got as I pulled open the front door and walked into the ornately carpeted lobby with the aged (but not at all unpleasant) smell. Ahhh, history.