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** I realize this post has nothing to do with food… but really I look at this site as my journal, it just so happens my world revolves around food! If you are looking for a more up beat foodie post I suggest this one. Or check back tomorrow. I’ll be done being sappy by then.**
This weekend I was in Montreal for, what turned out to be, one the of the best weddings I have ever attended. For those who are twitter savvy you might have followed along with the shenanigans of #NJGWedding, or perhaps you were busy having adventures of your own!
I was ready for the fun, for the rowdiness and for the top shelf liquor. I was less ready for the pangs of hurt that popped up in my heart periodically through the ceremony. It made the evening a touch bitter sweet. Well… at least until the cocktails started flowing then it was just sweet.
I’m coming up on the one year anniversary of my split with my husband and I’m (somehow) always surprised how fresh that pain can feel.
During the ceremony the Rabbi told us of the custom of breaking a glass at the end of the wedding as a tribute to Jewish heritage, to symbolize the destruction and re-building of Jerusalem. He also explained that it was more than that. The glass was a metaphor for the fragility of love. How once shattered it can never be put back together just as it was. With a lot of glue it may be put back in a suitable way, or there might always be a piece missing.
Over the past year I’ve felt a lot like that glass. Gluing myself back together one piece at a time.
Being alright with no longer needing to run to that person for advice or just to share the details of your day – one piece.
Realizing that my effort to stay friends were misguided and fueled by the hope that one day things would go back to how they once were – another piece.
Feeling excited by the possibilities of starting again – yet another piece.
The most important part of breaking the glass, is the cheering of Mazel Tov after. A Yiddish phrase of celebration that means ‘good luck’. The Rabbi said it is important that we realize that though life can bring hard times, there is always something positive just around the bend. So we end with cheerful words to inspire and fill our hearts with joy.
Thank you Claire and Jared for allowing me to share in your special day and for reminding me of how amazing love can be.
Mazel Tov!
Everyone should have a happy place. A real place. Not just that meadow in your mind that you try to go to before you blow a gasket and yell at the person who may have been pissing you off, or may just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
For me, that place is Prince Edward County. I grew up near the area but it wasn’t until I had moved away that I realized just how much I loved it. Which is probably for the best. If I had known then how much I loved it I probably never would have left… then I would need a new happy place. I don’t think you can live in your happy place – the real world will eventually find you there.
I once again attempted to enjoy blue cheese at the Agrarain. Still not loving it – but the waffles with caramel sauce, yes please!
Just a few hours away, on Lake Ontario – Prince Edward County is filled to the brim (though there is always room for more) with fantastic wineries, restaurants, artists and artisan food makers. And that is just the beginning.
Maggie Murdoch of Wellington Pottery – she also does erotic pottery! True story that bowl was a boob at first while she was working the clay.
My latest trip was just a couple weekends ago with some of my favourite bloggers and some new ones I was meeting for the first time. It reminded me of 5 simple truths of the County:
1. Everyone who lives there is the nicest person you have ever met in your life. Seriously, they made me look grizzled and prickly by comparison.
Even the babies are sweeter in the County. Well … this one was brought in special with the Seed to Sausage goodies!
2. There is damn good wine in the county. I don’t know anything about wine beyond what I like and what I don’t. And for the most part, you could drink these wines out of a boot and it would still be delicious. But really… get yourself a glass.
This time around we were treated to wines from Sandbanks, Norman Hardie, Karlo Estates, Rosehall Run and Waupoos
3. It is a real community. People know each other. They support each other. And they promote each other. There are no competitors – just different varieties of amazing county offerings.
4. The air is cleaner, the food is tastier and the beer, wine and spirits have you feeling no pain faster than anywhere else.*
*According to my not at all scientific and 100% bias research.
Craft distilled Vodka, Gin and Rye at Gilead – magic in a bottle.
5. The beds you find at these amazing B&B’s and Inns are made out of clouds, marshmallows and unicorn hair. I tried to ask the amazing staff at Angeline’s Inn where they got their unicorn hair, but they stared at me like I was insane. But, you know, in a nice way.
Look how close Mark Armstrong lets me get to his fantastic hand blown glass. That was dangerous for everyone.
I adore PEC. And cannot speak highly enough about it. You should go. And you should take me with you. Or at the very least bring me back some wine! And maybe a few treats from the Marshmallow Room.
Why do I love the County?? Look at this movie selection at our Inn!! After a tasty meal at Pomodoro I NEED Young Guns 2. Need.
A special thanks to everyone who organized the #indulgePEC weekend, allowed us to visit them, took the time to show us around and let us sample their amazing food, spirits and wine. And to John for inviting me… even though I was there last year and he knew full well what he was getting himself into. Sucker.
To be honest, Monday’s Knives Out Ottawa event seems like it was months ago; so I figured I better wrap up the tale of my Thailand adventure before I forgot any of the important pieces. Luckily this was the most amazing and fantastical part of my trip so it won’t be so hard to remember.
Chiang Mai. What a city. What a place. A real treasure in this world.
If I were to go back to Thailand – I would spend weeks here. It may be the second largest city in Thailand, but it feels so much smaller (and cleaner) than Bangkok. The city is divided into two sections – old and new; that are separated with the ruins of a large brick wall.
Another important and amazing difference in Chiang Mai is the altitude. Because of which, at certain times of year, they actually reach comfortable temperatures. I’m told that in the “winter” they can see temperatures as low as +15 degrees celsius. After weeks of above 40 with humidity, 15 was sounding like heaven. Too bad it wasn’t “winter”.
There is a definite relaxed vibe in Chiang Mai. From their night market (an amazing assortment of vendors that sets up nightly for your shopping pleasure) to a gorgeous temple that is 30 minutes outside the city in the mountains. This was the place that I fell in love with Thailand.
But, like every place in Thailand, the people were amazing. One day – with the intent of going to the mountain temple – my travel companion Frank and I grabbed a taxi. On the way up, the driver decided he liked us so much that he was going to spend the entire day with us showing us around for the same price we had agreed on just for the temple.
I got to be part of the show – this little guy was undoing the knots on my wrists.
This told me that either we had WAY over paid for the ride to the temple and he was starting to feel bad, or we are just really awesome people. I believe it was a little bit of both.
Either way he took us on a day long adventure to the temple, followed by a “monkey school” (a place where they train and keep these funny little creatures) and to visit the tigers.
The most shocking part of this experience – no waiver forms were signed.
We also spent a day at an elephant sanctuary. In Thailand elephants are considered farm animals, so there aren’t very strict regulations in place for their safety or care. All of the elephants on this reserve have been injured in some way. Each has their story to tell, from broken hips that were not allowed to heal properly, to drug addictions to medications given to the animals to make them work longer and harder than they can naturally.
The secret to getting them to open up is to say “Bon Bon Bon”!
There was one who was brought to the sanctuary after being blinded by her previous owners. Like many others, she was used in the logging industry in the neighbouring Burma. She was pregnant, but the calf didn’t survive. Distraught, she refused to work. She was beaten. But because elephants have such tough hide, they needed to inflict more pain and damage to try to ‘coax’ her back to work – thus the eyes.
In the end they sold the now useless to them elephant to the sanctuary. A place where tourists and volunteers feed and bathe and learn about the elephants daily. Something I’m sure to take with me for my entire life.
But what about the food you may ask. Phenomenal. It was simply amazing at the fantastic meal you could get for $3. Like everywhere in Thailand it was easy to find Western food – but don’t bother. That’s not why you traveled this far and let’s face it… most Thai cooks can make a way better curry than a hamburger.
I also managed to take a cooking class while in Chiang Mai. The instructor warned us when we signed up to arrive hungry. I didn’t listen. I regretted it. We prepared 5 courses and had full servings from each course. I learned more in that 4 hour class about Thai food than I had learned from the rest of my trip combined. It made me wish I had time for more lessons.
The look on my face is determination – I may be full… but I’m going to eat you. Yes I am.
In a nut shell – that was Chiang Mai. Beautiful, tranquil, surreal. The highlight of my trip to be sure. But next time I’m heading somewhere that wine, bread and cheese flow like water. And hopefully isn’t so hot!
** Side bar: once again amazing photos courtesy of Mr. Frank Pomerleau**
I love tattoos – I think they are beautiful. Like most art it’s personal and subjective and I can’t say I like everything I see inked on someone… but for the most part I love them. I also think they make wonderful reminders and souvenirs of trips – so while I was in Thailand I couldn’t help but get one.
It was as simple as walking into a clean looking shop in Chiang Mai, showing the person at the desk a picture I found on the internet and then coming back an hour later when they were ready for me.
Photos courtesy of the ever awesome Frank Pomerleau – why not check out his flikr page while your surfing the net today?!
I can’t wait for my next trip / tattoo… I’m thinking a carrot while I’m in Paris.
From Bangkok we hopped a bus and took a 2 hour trip south to Pattaya. A resort town on the shore that is known for some rather ruckus-y night life.
The Sanctuary of Truth… kind of like a church, but they let you rent ATV, speed boats and play paintball.
By now I had been in Thailand for almost 3 days and jet lag was seriously kicking my ass. By 6pm I was almost asleep at the dinner table. Which was lovely – by the beach and frequented by some regulars. By ‘regulars’ I mean a pack of puppies and their mom who loved the spot because people kept feeding them from their tables. I may or may not have ordered toast for them.
She just finished the rest of my burger for me – so helpful!
Most of the time spent in Pattaya was spent relaxing or exploring the town. Honestly it was a lot like every other resort town you’ve ever seen. Lots of large hotels near the water, plenty of shopping but with the Thai twist of loads of cheap massage parlors. The food here was definitely more western influenced, but all and all pretty well done. Without access to cheap hamburger patties and frozen fries, most items were made from scratch, but that’s not to say you couldn’t find loads of authentic Thai food as well.
Feeling fishy??
My first pangs of homesickness started here. To this point I wasn’t loving my trip. It was fun, but not really what I had been expecting. Foolishly I realized that I had been hoping for a complete and total escape from all matters of the heart and to forget for a while what a drastic change my life had taken. Alas, I remembered to pack my brain and that baby kept going!
This is how I do my best thinking. Thanks Frank for capturing the moment.
Just before leaving I had been given the chance to put things in my life back the way it was. Maybe not to have the exact home I once did, but an offer to try. Perhaps it would be better, perhaps it wouldn’t. But the truth is that having the choice is much harder than it seems. Things are so much simpler when you have a hand of cards to play from and that’s that – but to decide to take the risk and hit or stay – that’s a lot more difficult that I thought it would be. All and all it summed up to be the quiet and introspective part of the trip.
Until night hit.
Then it was time to party Pattaya style. And that means the best people watching in the world on Walking Street!
In Thailand, most bars have ‘working girls’. Ladies that you can pay to sit with you at your table for the evening. You buy her drinks, enjoy her company and if you wish for a price you can take her home. (This service is also offered by the week or month through various web sites – the women are called ‘Thai-wives’ and they are everywhere.)
It does make for the funniest, best people watching I’ve ever encountered.
For every bar pumping out rock cover songs (for some reason they LOVED playing Bon Jovi), there was a go-go club. Basically a strip club but the girls are already stripped… no need to clean up pesky articles of clothing! Anything you wanted to find here you could. Ladies dancing, lady boys dancing, monkeys, ping-pong shows, company for the evening. It was all here to be enjoyed.
I’m obviously delighted.
Luckily no one ended up in a Thai jail – and in the end, the time to think was worth it’s weight in gold. I’m still continuing on towards places unknown and know that’s the best place for me right now. What does the future hold? Only time will tell…
After 30 hours of flights and airports my friend Frank (who happens to be a wonderful photographer so you will notice all of the actually nice photos are credited to him), arrived in Bangkok.
A quick word about the actual travel to Thailand. Japan Air is an amazingly thoughtful airline (mini tooth brushes and tooth paste in the bathroom?? Sweet), but they couldn’t serve a decent meal if it killed them. Oh there was food. But even I wouldn’t eat it if given any kind of choice… and I enjoy a few spoonfuls of Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup straight from the can. That’s right. The condensed kind. I’ve done it, and I’ll do it again. And even I was stopping after a few bites of their ‘salmon in white cream sauce’.
If she can feed me for $1 on the side of the road and it actually be awesome, what the hell is wrong with airplane food.
Also, you know that feeling you get when you are about to fall asleep but you think you are falling?? Did you know that if that happens to you while you are on an airplane you will scream? Or in my case yelp and jump? Knowing is half the battle I’m told.
Back to the trip. We left Ottawa Monday morning at 6:40 am and arrived in Bangkok Tuesday evening around 11 pm. Needless to say we felt disgusting. So straight to the hotel, a shower and a bed were in order. And, if you are me, and addicted to the inter-webs, a few minutes of surfing before you hit the hay.
I was leery of the next day. My experience has always been that the very worst meal I ever have while travelling is that first one. You don’t know the area, you are on a different schedule then everyone else and probably starving after snubbing your nose at the disgusting airplane ‘food’. (Seriously… a cold can of Chef Boyardee would have been better.) So this time I took a daring leap forward and did something I’ve never done before. I let someone else decide where to eat.
Squid curry – all thanks to Lee
Not just anyone. Lee. A cab driver Frank and I met on the side of the road. We asked him to take us somewhere we could get something good to eat, so he did. Then he showed us a really nice spa that we could get our first Thai massage at, and left us to our own devices.
I should mention that Thailand works on a bit of a different system with their cab and tuk tuk drivers (a tuk tuk is a little scooter like cab). Many of the drivers work on a system with business owners that if they bring in clients to the business they are reimbursed with a gas card. So many times when you are looking to price out how much it will cost to go from A to B, you can get a much cheaper rate if you make a pit stop on your way.
Didn’t matter in our case. We only wanted the pit stop and Lee was happy to oblige. Was it the best meal I had in Thailand? No. Was it the cheapest? No. BUT, it beat the daylights out of the salty, nasty strip burger I had in Vegas or the cold beef dish I had in Rome.
Bangkok Street Food – Pad Thai with Spring Roll
We spent the first day just getting a lay of the land. Figuring out where we were on the map and taking it all in. We tried to go to a movie, but ended up with a fish massage and some papaya salad.
The next day we were a touch more adventurous and headed out to find a tailor to have some clothes made – a very good deal if you are looking for something custom, but it was not as cheap as I had been hoping for. Don’t worry though, there were plenty of good deals to be had on already made clothing that fit me just fine!
That journey took us to the famous Khao San Road – a haven for back packers. We ended up here several times during our stay in Bangkok. Mostly for the bustle and how quickly we became familiar with the area. Also for the abundance of decent bars, restaurants and street food.
We actually left Bangkok the next morning but returned for several days at the end of our trip. We filled our time in Bangkok with Buddha statues, shopping, prison museums, authentic Thai food and of course – roof top patios. A staple in Bangkok.
The two we visited couldn’t have been more different from each other. The first, Phranakorn Bar, a 4 level bar with a patio on the upper level was a hang out spot for many Thai locals. It was grubby, but beautiful. Playing the soundtrack from the Forest Gump movie and offering bottle service – I would have been a regular here if given the chance.
It’s hard to do justice to just how cool this was. This is one of those swanky Frank pictures… mine came out pitch black because I have no idea how to work my camera.
The second was Red Sky, a two level bar on the 55 and 56th floor of a hotel. They were classier and more sophisticated than our first roof top bar and luckily had a happy hour where I could get two glasses of wine for the price of one, because there was no way I was rushing out of there. Watching the city light up as the sun set, was beautiful beyond words.
In Thailand most bars offer bottle service. Whiskey is the drink of choice and if you can’t finish your entire bottle (shame on you!) then the bar will save it for you the next time you return. You then just order your mix and you can sit a the table pouring your own drinks all night. One night a storm rolled in and Frank and I found ourselves doing just this in our hotel room with itty bitty hotel glasses, some Mitch Hedburg stand up comedy and a bottle that took us 10 minutes to realize how to pour out of it.
Does that look open to you??
Bangkok was a perfect way to start our vacation, but it wasn’t the highlight for me. That was still to come…
Been back a week or so now. Guess it’s time to get to bloggin’ about my time in Thailand. What’s that you say? You had no idea I was gone. Humph. Well then. Guess I know when I’m missed.
Anyway.
I’d like to start this post off by saying that I didn’t run off to Thailand in some kind of horrible Eat, Pray, Love homage. I don’t even like that book. Or movie ( I really can’t stand Julia Roberts. I’ve tried). Though I do have a habit of taking off for long-ish periods of time after the ending of an important relationship in my life. This trip, however, was planned long before that. In fact, this trip was supposed to include elements of an anniversary celebration that would pass while returning home.
Even though some things don’t happen as planned, I was damned if that was going to stop me from a trip to Asia. Or any trip really. There aren’t too many places I wouldn’t want to see or eat my way through.
I’ve been told that the three places that will change your life food wise are Paris, New York and Bangkok. I’m not so sure about this. I don’t feel changed. I still have a love / fear relationship with Asian food. Will I like it? What is it exactly? In the end I always end up enjoying what I’m eating, but I can’t say I have a real level of comfort with Asian food. Perhaps I just don’t connect with it on an emotional level the way I do with Italian or French food.
But I will say this… the food was tasty (even if I had to just suck it up and try the mystery meat on a stick) and it was everywhere!
All you normally hear when you are talking about food in Thailand is the street food. Yes there are numerous carts and buggies with all kinds of noodle dishes, prepared fruits, meats and veggies – but after a little while you are looking for a place to sit and eat. Eating in a restaurant comes with a much heftier price tag (that same plate of Pad Thai will cost you less than $1 on the street vs $4 in a restaurant) but to me it was usually worth it.
Conversion – $1 Canadian is about 30 Thai Baht.
Western food is easy to find all over Thailand, and I’ll admit that sometimes (especially at breakfast time) all I wanted was something familiar. Bangkok is actually going through a bit of a burger fad right now with several new gourmet burger joints opening up over the past few months so hamburgers were easy enough to come by. Also french fries (or French Fried as most of the menus call them) are everywhere. I’ll also say that Thai ketchup (a thick tomato sauce they already have as part of their cuisine) is amazing.
The next few posts should help you to live vicariously through my travels… at least when I was eating!
So you have eaten and drank your way into a semi comatose state. It’s a happy coma, but still. May I suggest a little relaxation yoga?
That’s right. After a day and night of drinking and over eating, some of the bloggers and I headed out for a little yoga. At best we were skeptical that his was, in fact, a good idea. But the moment we arrived at Indigo Yoga our tune changed. The studio is stunning. In a renovated 1874 church, the light and beauty of the space had me thinking… ok… maybe just one downward dog.
Our instructor Sacha understood our predicament instantly and suggested we take it slow. A wonderful suggestion. After some relaxing but invigorating stretching and balancing poses we ended the session with a little face massage and rest. The perfect end to a wonderful yoga session. It had some of our bloggers vowing that they were converts and willing to try it again. A big attitude adjustment from a little over an hour ago.
What do you mean you expect me to work out sober? I don’t think so.
Another big bonus, it made the drive home that afternoon much more pleasant… and I felt taller. Oh… and John broke out a beautiful bottle of wine for us to end the session with, but I’m told that most yoga doesn’t end with wine. Too bad.
So ends my adventure in Prince Edward County – but might I suggest the following blogs from bloggers who were also there?
Foodie Prints
The Gouda Life
The Lemon Kitchen
Sheltered Girl Meets World
Nice Jewish Boy
Il Tempo Giusto
Whitby Wino
A great group of bloggers with a different take on the weekend! Check them out.
“I wish I had licked her face” That’s just the kind of gems that come out of my mouth after a night of drinking. Luckily, I was in Prince Edward County so at least what I was drinking was amazing! Even if my contribution to the conversation was lacking.
Could have been worse… I could have been in ‘Bat Country’
The county is filled with wineries and a few amazing breweries as well. Our trip included a trip to Barley Days Brewery and Sandbanks Winery. It also included a stop at Waupoos Cider which I wasn’t able to attend… but not to worry, my post Friday will make sure that you can still get some information on it.
First up, Barley Days. Brewmaster Alex started us off with a tour of how things work around the brewery.
Alex actually started out at Beau’s Brewery after he finished his Masters
Then came the tastings! It may have only been 11:15 in the morning, but I had been up for hours and eaten a couple of breakfasts by then… so why not?! We tried everything from Barley Days Brown Ale (which was awesome) to their oaked lagers which were unique and effervescent. They take their lager (which they sell unoaked as well) and age it in oak barrels. It’s amazing the difference that a little oak can make!
Get in my belly. Now.
All and all a very amazing beer and super friendly people. If you are in the county you’ve got to stop by and see the crew at Barley Days!
Next up the crown jewel in our trip to Prince Edward County… Sandbanks Winery.
First off… what a beautiful winery. Bright and sunny, even on a day in March that was so windy one of our bloggers literally blew away. She didn’t go far… but still… she went. Seriously, every single wine at Sandbanks was on point. But the big achievement comes from their white wine, Dunes. That’s right… I have finally found a white wine I enjoy as much as red*
*Ok red still wins… but this one is the best white I think I’ve tried. The hunt will continue, but just as an excuse to drink more wine.
So I’m claiming this as a victory on the bucket list! I’ve found you Dunes… and I’m never letting go.
When you visit the county – and really how can you not? – you have to make it a point to stop into Sandbanks. A super friendly group of people, so willing to go out of their way to ensure you have the most amazing visit to a part of the world you can tell they love. Some how real estate listings kept ending up in my hands. I can thank John for that!
Another stellar wine from Sandbanks
What’s that? You can’t wait to go to the county to have some Sandbanks wine?? No problem… you can find it at the LCBO and at many of the better wine events in town. But if you really want to try the full spectrum you are going to have to make the trek. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.
Yesterday I started a week of posts about my trip over the weekend to Prince Edward County. That’s right… one night in the county left me with enough stuff to fill a week’s worth of posts. Needless to say there is a lot going on in PEC. You can check out that post about my gorgeous B&B here.
I ate and drank so much over the approximately 30 hours that I was there that I actually feared that I might explode. Or at the very least crack. I swore to myself that when I returned on Sunday night I wouldn’t eat until at least Tuesday… but come Monday around 11 am I was actually rooting around my fridge on the hunt for food and was mildly annoyed that no one had made me amazing french toast with brandied banana’s like I had the day before. Reality sucks.
I’m really just peckish… I’ll have chili, nachos, rice, half a turkey burger, some cheese and a cookie
Please note I don’t normally coordinate my outfit with my hair ties… only when I’m having my picture taken
To say the food we had in the county was fantastical would be putting it mildly. From a wonderful vegan mushroom and asparagus soup at the Painted Peppercorn in Picton, to an 8 course tapas menu at Sandbanks Winery… we dined. That’s right. Dined. Or feasted. Yes… we feasted.
The tapas menu at Sandbanks was the first of its kind and special for our #indulgePEC event. Mushroom pate, quinoa and feta salad, poached pears with dark chocolate and scallops with garlic aioli – there truly is a sandbanks wine for every dish imaginable. But that’s a story for another post.
It may look like just a harmless couple of bites… until you realize this is just course one… of nine.
After a two lunches… one accidentally added to our itinerary, one much bigger than anticipated, we headed for dinner at Wellington’s culinary hot spot – East and Main. A beautiful bistro with a very talented chef. I’m sad to say that I was so full that I could do little more than eat an appetizer of lobster ravioli as my main course… and drink about 4 glasses of wine. It might not have been a full meal, but it was so delicious that I am determined to return for a full experience. Tender, house made ravioli stuffed with succulent lobster. I asked them to marry me, but when I got no response I ate them. Now we will be one.
Getting started with some drinks!
Sunday started with a wonderful breakfast at our B&B (see yesterday’s post) and moved on to some non-food related activities that somehow ended in wine. More later. It then moved to a special lunch at The Manse. A soon to be opening B&B in Picton. A gorgeous spot if I do say so myself… and I know that I don’t. In fact I think some of the bloggers may still be there… hiding away planning to live out their days in the gorgeous honeymoon sweet.
I see you Claire!!
Lunch was prepared by the Manse’s in house Chef, Chef Chris Wylie. It consisted of an amazing curried carrot soup (that I would have licked clean if I hadn’t been trying to be on my best behaviour), and an assortment of sandwiches and desserts. Featuring local ingredients like house made bacon, black river horse radish cheddar cheese and honeyed heirloom carrots – these were no mere sandwiches. The meal ended with a trio of desserts that showed off the Chef’s skill. From chocolate ‘air’ to ginger chocolate cake and to the best banana cheese cake I ever tasted. The soon to be guests of the Manse will be in good hands to be sure.
A sandwich so good, you’d step over your own mother just to get one!
For me the tour of the county was topped off with a stop at Fifth Town Artisan Cheese to sample their assortments of goat, cow and sheep’s milk cheese. Let’s just say… it is soooo worth the drive out to the factory for some fresh and simply amazing cheese. From maple chèvre to one year old goats milk cheddar, soft-ripened, brine-ripened and more, the unique and amazing side of the county is in full display at this one location.
Just pack it up… I’ll take one of everything.
They are also a very environmental outfit, with their cheese aging caves being constructed underground in order to insulate so that they can use less power. They are Canada’s only LEED certified dairy and have a wind turbine, solar panels and recycled plastics or bio plastics packaging where possible.
Even though I was ready to burst as I left… I know there are still so many more tastes to discover in the county. I look forward to finding them all!
Next up… the big show… beer and wine!
