In my early twenties, Sister #2 and I shared an apartment. It was a busy time for both of us but every Sunday we shared a meal together. All through those dinners and as we lingered over wine or cups of tea, we would talk about our past week, our upcoming week and…food! I think that was when I knew that I was and would always be, a foodie. My most precious evenings are surrounded by friends, old and new, talking about restaurants, communities, chefs and recipes. Surprisingly, that is how I spent my time last evening. I had accompanied D on a business trip to Regina this week and we met up with a couple of his work associates at Victoria’s Tavern. I expected a quick bite and a return to the hotel.

Sean the photo-bomber.

The unanticipated delight of the evening was noshing with the Tavern’s partner/corporate chef Sean Hale, his wife and brother-in-law. The food passion of this trio was evident with every story and anecdote.

Located in the heart of Regina’s restaurant and bar scene, the renovated red brick building was warm and inviting, reminiscent of the pubs that we adored when we visited Ireland. Of particular delight was the memorabilia that adorned the walls: scenes of Saskatchewan, vintage movie stars, old LP covers and local members of the military all took their place in the montage.

But, to the food.

We had been drawn by the promise of freshly-shucked PEI oysters and were not disappointed. A lovely briny liquid was cupped in the oyster shell, along with the morsels themselves. Sean enhanced the taste with a clear broth of shallots and red wine vinegar.

We have been long-time fans of chicken and waffles. The latter were light and fluffy with the crispy edges that I love. The chicken breasts had been marinated in buttermilk for two days and then tossed in corn starch which created a extra crunchy coating. The marriage of these textures and tastes were further bonded by maple syrup and (just for good measure) a delectable gravy of crumbled sausages from Regina’s beloved Italian Star Deli.

Guffawing at the recent processed and red meat concerns (we stick to our mantra of everything in moderation), we shared a bacon-wrapped meatloaf sandwich. I could barely get my mouth around the monster for a bite. A friend from Winnipeg declared that it was the best meat loaf he had ever tasted. The sweetish bun that it came on was the recipe of the Sean’s mother-in-law and the premise made kettle chips that accompanied it were the piece de résistance (for this potato aficionado).

As I tie this up, I haven’t even touched on the craft beer variety that the tavern boasts or the that we enjoyed these oyster shooters!

Kath’s quote: “Cooking is like love it should be entered in with abandon or not at all”. -Harriet van Horne

Live simply, laugh often, love deeply.

For breakfast the last morning of the conference we were in for a treat of St. Viateur bagels, lox, capers, onions and cream cheese. Presented by Half Your Plate, I accompanied mine with a delicious fruit smoothie.

The surprise treats of Cacao Barry chocolates were provided at our morning break. Chocolate always gets me going. These were exquisitely crafted.

Another Montreal icon provided our lunch. Schwartz’s brought in a mini deli for our pleasure and we noshed on cole slaw, pickles, just sliced Montreal smoked meat and potato chips.

The mini tastes of sugar pie were a lovely touch. Around this table I connected with Maria of She Loves Biscotti.

And then before you knew it, the conference was over but since I was not departing for a couple of days, I still had more eating to do. Montrealer Evelyne was available to be our tour guide again and Joann, Michelle of The Tiffin Box and I hopped the metro for Marche Jean Talon where we tasted fine local wines, ciders and vermouths and took photos of the colourful produce  which was displayed so beautifully.

That evening Marlene, Joann and I pressed Montrealer Kimberlie to suggest her favourite local spot for dinner. Bouillon Bilk was an amazing way to crown the weekend with its sleek decor, personable staff and exquisite food. I am told that only locals frequent the place and this maybe because it is located in the most inconspicuous spot. After much indecision and deliberation, I chose carpaccio beef as my appetizer and a second starter of tortellini as my entree. Both provided perfection with each bite. These women were so generous in sharing their life stories and friendships were cemented. My photos could never do justice to the beauty of our plates.

We walked back to the Westin through Chinatown and detoured to the bar before all going up to perch on my roomie’s bed for additional chatter. We clearly were not ready for the weekend to end. In fact, before I clicked off the light that evening, I registered for the 2016 conference edition in Toronto where Food Bloggers Canada was born. And for me time in Montreal did not end. The next morning, before the Ontario entourage left for the train station, Charmian and I had one last treat together: Portuguese Custard Tarts that she had acquired on the walking food tour of Old Montreal and had stashed in our room fridge.

Moving from the Westin to nearby Zero 1 Hotel, I was smack in the middle of Chinatown. Hearing from other bloggers that Pho Bang New York was the place try, I ordered a shrimp pho to go. I slowly dished it out in my hotel room, not wanting the fragrant broth, crunchy veggies and silky noodles to disappear too quickly.

Soon after, Kimberlie, who had become more and more of a dear friend by the minute, arrived to the lobby for one last rendezvous. We each sipped a drink at Brasserie T and ordered a Parmesan Fondue to be considerate of the sleek little restaurant and its lovely staff and to tie us over until dinner.

Parmesan Fondue was the very first Quebec dish I sampled on the first night on my honeymoon, thirty-one years prior. Good food has the power to produce a life long memory.

We made our way by Metro to the illuminated lantern display at the Botanical Gardens before sharing an “old school” dinner of shrimp noodles, watercress and sizzling beef in Chinatown at Le Maison VIP before we finally said good-bye with embraces and commitments to keep in close touch.

And still my Montreal indulgences continued with my last chocolate croissant at the hotel and an order of poutine at the airport.

FBC 2015 in Montreal, where new friends were made over tables laden with food.

Kath’s quote: “Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.” ― Ruth Reichl

Live simply, laugh often, love deeply.

Our table mates for dinner on Friday evening were pre-determined for us, a FBC custom that I particularly love. I had the pleasure of sitting with Heather Travis of Heather in Heels who I met when she chose me to be a Beef Ambassador for Canada Beef a number of years prior. It was lovely to get caught up. I also came to know Kimberlie better, however she was across the table and so our conversation was limited.

I missed our traditional Thanksgiving Turkey dinner a couple of weeks prior as we had been en route to Milan from NYC. So I was pleased to know that Turkey Farmers of Canada was the host and that Tasty Turkey was the theme of the evening. Turkey in some form was incorporated into every course offering including a turkey confit-rillette salad, turkey paupiette and turkey sausage wonton (my personal fav)

and a turkey skin brittle which garnished our brioche bread pudding. I heard a number of my fellow bloggers comment that the dessert was a miss and that the chefs at the Westin should not have made this attempt. I personally thought that it was very inventive.

I loved the cheese course! Entertainment that evening was a variety of short food films, curated by Devour the Food Film Fest.  Some films were non-sensical, others I very much enjoyed. I really appreciated the Jackson-Triggs Reserve Merlot that was served to accompany the meal.

The next morning Burnbrae Farms and Gourmet Garden put on a scrumptious breakfast. I chose such a decadent omelet: ham, mushrooms, smoked cheddar and a truffle brown butter sauce!

These pecan croissants were delicious too.

Key note speaker Ricardo delighted the audience by sharing his tumultuous journey and making us cookies!

Dairy farmers of Canada put on our lunch of cream of tomato soup and a variety of grilled sandwiches. I selected a half crocque monsieur and another half of tuna melt.

Canadian Lentils hosted Saturday’s entertainment and dinner. A number of cirque troupe artists from Cirque Eloize performed for us intermittently throughout the evening. I am impressed over and over by the skills of Montreal-trained cirque performers.

Our appetizer of smoked and fresh trout tartar was accompanied by a apple, lentil sprout and fennel salad as well as a red lentil hummus and lemon crème fraiche and was inventive and delicious. I thought that the brown lentil blini was chalky and less successful.

The lentil strudel curry on braised beef cheek was immensely satisfying and the inclusion of spinach, cashews and a lemongrass coconut sauce was a lovely offset of the richness. I avoided the lentil chocolate cake as I was concerned that the chocolate might keep me awake that evening. I loved the Australian Wolf Blass “The Entertainer” wine that accompanied our feast.

Running out of space for these musings, so see Monday for part three.

Kath’s quote: “Food is our common ground, a universal experience.-James Beard

Live Simply, laugh often, love deeply.

I am proud and grateful to be a part of Food Bloggers Canada as a Regional Ambassador representing Manitoba and Saskatchewan. In 2013 I attended their first conference and last year I was unable to do so as it was my youngest daughter’s wedding day. I was very fortunate with the dates this year. I had just returned from Tuscany and New York two days prior and after enjoying a couple of lovely days at home, I repacked and jetted off again. I added a couple of days prior and post-conference for a variety of reasons and as I write this, it is the Tuesday morning after the conference and my 5th day in Montreal.

I speculate that there will be other conference recaps written that will detail the wisdom disseminated by the presenters. I intend to write about, what I always write about, the people I met and how we bonded over food.

Arriving on Thursday afternoon with fellow Manitoban Ashley Fehr, The Recipe Rebel, we checked in and headed up the street to Old Montreal to have a nibble to tide us over until the evening.

A silky bowl of carrot soup and a thirst-quenching local Griffon Blond at Le Bistro Du Magasin did the trick as we got to know each other a wee bit. We had previously me but only briefly in the middle of a Manitoba cabbage patch. Le Bistro is a cozy spot attached to a fabulous gift shop.

That evening Montreal blogger Evelyne of Cheap Ethnic Eatz organised a group dinner at BEVO Bar + Pizzeria, within walking distance of the hotel. Even on the walk over, friendships were being forged. Kimberlie aka The Finer Cookie sat kitty corner from me and as soon as we made eye contact, I knew that we would become fast friends and so we did. Also present were my roomie Charmian Christie, The Messy Baker, Marlene Cornell, of Urban Cottage Life and Joann Blondin of Joann Blondin. Little did I know that evening that these fine ladies and I would become new friends.

An overflowing plate of charcuterie and marinated vegetables not only sustained me that evening but also provided my Monday lunch. BEVO was very accommodating of our large group and I understood that their fennel, orange, pecan salad was a huge hit.

The next morning I found my way to Maison Charles Faure, a patisserie that I discovered when I visited Montreal in July of this year. A really tough decision was made between the almond croissants and the chocolate one that I ordered. When my fork penetrated the crispy/ flaky exterior the air swooshed out and deflated the pastry like a flat tire. The internal texture was soft and chewy. As I sat with my cafe latte in the beautiful sleek white shop, I watched the neighbours as they nipped in for their croissants to go.

Thanks to Marsha Knapp of You Gotta Eat This for the her copy of the photo and permission to post it.

I attended Andrew Scrivani’s photography workshop to learn to explore the capitalization of natural light and about how props can assist you in the telling of you tale.

Of course we all took photos of the working lunch of wraps that was served.

That evening we assembled for a networking cocktail party with a variety of sponsors displaying their products. Eggs, molasses, mushrooms and lentils put out delicious fare including a devilled egg with the twist of crispy bacon, marinated beef skewers, falafel, romesco & Havarti bites, beetroot & lentil bruschetta and mushroom crostinis. I could have just eaten these fabulous treats for supper.

Running out of space for these musings, so see tomorrow for part two.

Kath’s quote: “What draws people to be friends is that they see the same truth. They share it.”-C.S. Lewis

Live simply, laugh often, love deeply.

Dim Sum Garden was not the first Winnipeg place I had ever tasted the Chinese “snack” of dim sum. That momentous occasion was at the Hong Kong Snack House, many years ago with a good old friend, appropriately from Hong Kong. But the “Garden” in all of its manifestations, first on Rupert Ave. and now on King St. has been the restaurant that I have frequented most often when I get a hankering for these delectable morsels. Dim Sum is an integral part of Chinese cuisine, closely associated with the tradition of yum cha, or “taking tea”. Since I have always been a fan of savoury over sweetness, this custom sure makes sense to me.

Having said this, I had never visited the second Dim Sum Garden located at 2677 Pembina Hwy. Based on the multi-page menu that I thumbed through while my to-go order was being prepared, this busy place offers more than snacks for tea. When I arrived the place was full of an even split between Asians and Caucasians but by the time I departed with my order, I was definitely in the minority. I understand that this is a sure fire way to evaluate authenticity.

The order did take the kitchen a lengthy time to prepare but this is because their dim sum is made to order and not delivered by the customary carts. One of my selections did not “hold” terribly well on my lengthy drive home, but all the items were still pleasantly warm, which is the temperature that I deem perfect for dim sum consumption.

The circular pork and chive dumplings had been steamed and then quickly placed on the grill. Even though there was not a container of the pink vinegar that I enjoy with these, white vinegar was an adequate, if not quite so pretty accompaniment. I also appreciate how the many chives peeked through the transparent wrapper.

Eggplant stuffed with shrimp was deeply satisfying. The meaty, white flesh of Chinese eggplant offset the enormous shrimp. A pleasantly salty, translucent black bean sauce was drizzled over top.

Chinese perogies are typically the only deep-fried dim sum item that I indulge in. The sweetness in the dough is a surprise when stuffed with a ground meat in a gravy-like sauce. Kind of like eating a jam buster stuffed with meat. Don’t knock it until you try it! This was the item that got a bit soggy by the time I sat down to my affordable lunch.

Service is friendly and pleasant. Any communication difficulties were on my part, not theirs. If you want authentic, this is par for the course.

Kath’s quote: “Talk doesn’t cook rice.” Chinese Proverb

Live simply, laugh often, love deeply.