Every summer my mum comes to visit for a few weeks. We start our morning by brewing delicious Dominican coffee and having café con leche, while we make breakfast and talk about our plans for the day and tidy up. By tidying up, I mean she goes into full cleaning mode ( honestly, I've never know of someone to love cleaning as much as my mom does)
We have also been walking around the city quiete a bit, and showing my stepdad, on his first visit to Canada, a few of the places that make me love Toronto so much. I had been looking forward to taking him to the St. Lawrence Market because of our shared love of cooking. We got pasteis de nata at carrousel bakery that reminded me of the ones in Belem, and spent a few hours in food heaven. From seeing squid ink pasta being made, to trying fresh watermelon juice, St. Lawrence Market is my idea of paradise.
I'll admit it. I'm the biggest chocoholic. I think it started when I was a kid and after my Friday piano lessons, my mom used to take me to this little bakery near by where they had the best chocolate cake I've had in my life. Isn't it something how we can recall memories like these? Those evenings were magic.
Back when I spent a few years at Le Cordon Bleu, one of the things I loved to bake the most was Mille- Feuille - or Napoleons. Cedric, our teacher and pastry chef was a perfectionist and when teaching us how to make puff pastry, guess what he expected? Perfection. That was also the case when it came to macarons, but that's another story.
Eating out while traveling is definitely one of the things I love the most when I'm visiting a new city. After all, I've often said that you get to know a city trough its food, trough its markets, and little hole in the wall places serving authentic dishes.
But as much as I enjoy discovering new and exciting restaurants all over the world and trying new dishes, nothing beats making a simple meal at home. A meal made with those ingredients that are always present in your kitchen, the ones you can't live without (hello avocados and halloumi!)
I had my first real crab cake while visiting family in Baltimore. I say "real" because nothing I had before compared to how good these ones were. After all, this city takes its crab cakes seriously and eating them in the summer is like a pastime (one that I would gladly like to adopt).