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Restaurants, Recipes and Food Love
Part of really knowing someone is in fact, knowing where they come from, what their history is (or at least I think so). In Homer's case the majority of his history was spent in Newfoundland, primarily in Salmon Cove, but some of the more formative year (i.e. University) in St. John's. Having never been further east than Montreal, it was time to make the trek to land of the puffin (among other things).
But while we are on the subject let's start with food. Our first dinner out in St. John's was at Ches's, Tristan's favourite fish and chips place (very popular with most locals actually). It was there that I tried a Newfoundland tradition, Cod Tongues (pictured above). Basically it tasted like any regular battered and fried fish, but when in Rome....
Since my two favourite pastimes are eating and shopping, I found my way to few funky places. If you like independent designers (and perhaps need a new cool dress to wear to Bianca's) try Twisted Sisters Boutik. They have plenty of great labels, and Think! shoes which I love but cannot afford. Nice place for a special treat.
I think it is a sort of sick person who is sitting in a spinning class thinking about recipes. Trying desperately to burn off some calories all while thinking about how to use up the variety of meats in your fridge and freezer is sort of like going to synagogue and fantasizing about a ham and cheese sandwich. 
Of course the service was great, it a little fraught with a sort of superficial politeness. And despite hearing that it was near impossible to get in at either restaurant in the London, when Homer emailed to book he was given a choice of about 10 times on a Saturday night.
While I hadn't planned this when I booked the hotel (Hotel 17, great cheap spot), we were dangerously close to the Union Square green market. We happened to find ourselves there on Saturday morning, where the spread was incredible. Homer bought one of the whoopie pies you see below.
Our other big (and sort of unexpected) dinner was at Babbo. I had heard that reservations were tough and that it almost makes more sense just to show up (preferably early in the evening) and take your chances as they nearly always have cancellations.
Somehow I managed to get sick again. Came down with a high fever late Sunday and spent Family Day Monday curled up on the couch with an achy body after the fever broke. Now I am in the midst of sort of head/chest cold, the kind that does not allow you to sleep and the kind that I am pretty sure Breathe Right was invented for. The NyQuil knocked me out only for so long and now I am sitting in our office with a box of Kleenex trying not to wake up Homer with my nose blowing, which sounds like a ship coming in.
Winterlicious 2009 - This year it was eat or be eaten.
I have in fact, fully recovered. And boy did I have plenty to recover from. Aside from my little (ha!) illness it was play reading week last week at work. I lasted 5 readings, the good, the bad and the just plain ugly (and everything in between).