If you’re on Pender Island this weekend, be sure to stop by the Farmers’ Market on Saturday:
I wandered over to Pender Island’s own Morning Bay Vineyard on Saturday to join in the celebrations — co-founders Barbara Reid and Keith Watt put on a party to celebrate the winery’s 5th Anniversary.
We were treated to some new wines and enjoyed some great food and music. Congratulations to Keith, Barbara and staff — and thanks for putting on the party!
Don’t have a lot on my plate today — as if you didn’t notice.
Photo by Chiot’s Run
Look what my friend Jill found in her car after she dropped me off at the ferry terminal!
The mystery is solved, and I feel somewhat abashed at thinking so ill of the women who happened to be in the Swartz Bay ferry terminal with me on Sunday. How could I have believed that anyone would take a bag of wild mushrooms from the waiting room washroom? I’m sorry.
And the morel of the story? Why, they’re back in my hot little hands, of course. 😉
Wild Morels. The stuff my magic mushroom dreams are made of.
No hallucinogenic visions– just earthy, savoury, umami-laden delights — that is, if I can find mine. Read the rest of this entry »
I spent the day at Fort Rodd Hill in Victoria yesterday, attending Defending Our Backyard: the 3rd Annual Island Chefs’ Collaborative Local Food Festival and Farm Fund Raiser.
Big mouthful, eh?
Not as big as the one I had all afternoon — enjoying a feast of local, seasonal and sustainable food. And drink. Did I mention the drink? There was a lot of drink. Read the rest of this entry »
I`m a sucker for a good sales pitch.
And my tomatoes are already a foot higher because of it.
Me!
Many thanks to Dan, my friend two islands over, and host of Galiano’s food blog: IslandEat. He has bestowed the coveted Sunshine Award upon little ol’ Island Vittles — and for that, I say “Thanks Dan!” Read the rest of this entry »
Sunday Lunch has been hijacked today, for the sake of shameless alliteration. Truth be told, I’m partial to assonance — who doesn’t prefer a little assonance? — but you can’t have everything.
“Alliteration is pleasant and precious, but some fancy assonance can make you dance in your pants,” that’s what my mama used to say.
Acutally, she never said that. And I (still) call her Mom. But I really do like assonance, if that counts for anything.
Island Vittles 