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Clay Lemon
Okay, so you’re probably thinking that Clay Lemon is a bit of a random name for a food blog. The truth is, I like random, and I love my clay lemon. Yes, I in fact have my very own clay lemon. For some reason, odd as it may be, it inspires me when I cook. I think it has something to do with its rustic nature and thoughtful imperfections…kind of like my cooking.
Delicious duos
Some of my favourite pairings including some unlikely matches. But, sometimes opposites attract.
Pb & j all grown up
Peanut butter sandwiches made with strawberry jam or golden honey were a staple in my house when I was growing up. To this day, I have not outgrown the taste of this classic pairing.
Friday night fare
Happy Friday!
At the end of the week, I am in desperate need of something to take the edge off of the busy week. Wine is usually my first stop, but how about a tasty guilt-free snack to accompany your Friday night beverage?
Smitten with the “milkman”
Remember the good old days, when the milkman delivered fresh milk to your doorstep, and a trip to get groceries with your mom included stopping at the bakery and butcher shop?
Brussels sprouts revamp their reputation
As Thanksgiving approaches, I am looking forward to spending time with my family and sharing a wonderful meal, which will most definitely include brussels sprouts.
Prepare to mock me, but I have a fond affection for brussels sprouts and I’m not afraid to say it!
River Café (Prince’s Island Park) – Calgary, Alberta
River Café is a hidden gem tucked into the beautiful Prince’s Island Park. It is picture perfect, especially at this time of year with scattered leaves at your feet and the crisp fall air leading the way. Walking through the park is half the treat of this dining experience. A short walk over the bridge and you will be welcomed by the rustic exterior that resembles a cozy cabin in the woods.
The salad conundrum
Foodie at heart
I am a foodie at heart and have been for as long as I can remember. I have fond memories of dining out with my family as a child and insisting on ordering the most obscure menu item offered. It was worth the risk of not liking it, just to say that I had tried it.
Of course I was too shy to actually order the dish itself and risk mispronouncing the name; however, my parents were all too happy to step in and tease me profusely about it later.