tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166659872026-03-15T17:50:07.820-04:00Omnivorous ramblings by a habitual eater.jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05152931556148877553noreply@blogger.comBlogger634125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16665987.post-611281766464179682018-12-06T12:20:00.003-05:002018-12-06T12:20:33.523-05:00

...and not forgotten Geneviève Bergeron (1968–1989), civil engineering studentHélène Colgan (1966–1989), mechanical engineering studentNathalie Croteau (1966–1989), mechanical engineering studentBarbara Daigneault (1967–1989), mechanical engineering studentAnne-Marie Edward (1968–1989), chemical engineering studentMaud Haviernick (1960–1989), materials engineering studentBarbara

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...and not forgotten Geneviève Bergeron (1968–1989), civil engineering student Hélène Colgan (1966–1989), mechanical engineering student Nathalie Croteau (1966–1989), mechanical engineering student Barbara Daigneault (1967–1989), mechanical engineering student Anne-Marie Edward (1968–1989), chemical engineering student Maud Haviernick (1960–1989), materials engineering student Barbara

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You are missed. jasmine var _sttoolbar = {}stBlogger.init("http://w.sharethis.com/button/sharethis.js#publisher=d8473b77-4112-4b3a-b63e-f9f6ccb8104c&type=blogger&popup=true&post_services=email%2Cfacebook%2Ctwitter%2Cgbuzz%2Cmyspace%2Cdigg%2Csms%2Cwindows_live%2Cdelicious%2Cstumbleupon%2Creddit%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Clinkedin%2Cbebo%2Cybuzz%2Cblogger%2Cyahoo_bmarks%2Cmixx%2Ctechnorati%

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  …or How my GPS tried to kill me and feed me to dogs as I took photographs for Rye and Ginger Gentle Reader, Researching and writing about food and history isn’t all sunshine and cupcakes. Sure, there are paper cuts and scalds, but it can also be a harrowing, heart-in-the-throat experience! What follows is an example of the lengths I go through to provide you, my dear and lovely

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Happy New Year! Regular readers know that my culinary New Year doesn't being on 1 January.  The counters and fridge groan with the the old year: Christmas cookies and cakes from gatherings, dregs of turkey soup (and other reformulations of holiday meals), uneaten nibbles from New Year's Eve. No, for me the new culinary year starts after the indulging ends, and life returns to normal, and

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...and not forgotten Geneviève Bergeron (1968–1989), civil engineering student Hélène Colgan (1966–1989), mechanical engineering student Nathalie Croteau (1966–1989), mechanical engineering student Barbara Daigneault (1967–1989), mechanical engineering student Anne-Marie Edward (1968–1989), chemical engineering student Maud Haviernick (1960–1989), materials engineering student Barbara

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Anniversaries are funny things. One particular event on a particular date, with the rest often left in soft focus. It’s understandable that a number of articles focused on the name change’s centenary. Simply put, it was the culmination of a divisive battle drawn along racial lines, which was fuelled by patriotism. You’re either with us or against us (as various military speakers reminded

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Everything old is new again–sort of   It’s easy to talk about the differences between 1916 and 2016 media practice and consumption. But there’s something I didn’t expect: the similarities between newspapers then and social media today. Click here to read more. July 2016 Posts: 30 June – 06 July 1916: An awful muddle/Chocolate-Caramel Sauce for Ice Cream 07-13 July

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Every year is different, but one thing remains the same.  I feel more in July than I do in other months.  It's like having hypersensitive skin that prickles at the slightest brush--except the feeling is purely emotional.  Highs are higher, lows are lower and everything in between is just...more. It's just something I've gotten used to, for better or for worse. While many of

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It’s hard for me to gauge how concerned the average Berliner was with amalgamation and renaming. Whatever stresses they had probably weren’t too far off what the average Kitchenerite has about current municipal issues. In other words, those who feel they have something to gain/lose are most concerned, but as for the rest: meh. Click here to read more June 2016 Posts: 26 May-01 June 1916:&

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For almost half a century, we've celebrated the rich and diverse tapestry of people and cultures who've made my area their home at the K-W Multicultural Festival. I try to get out to it--there are lots of performances by dance troupes and singers, arts and craft stalls, and (of course) cook stalls that ring the green at Kitchener's Victoria Park. Unlike food truck events, concerts or

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It’s sometimes a challenge to write about Berlin’s goings-on in a fair manner. The perennial issue, as I mentioned a few months ago, is source bias. I think I may have jumped the gun on presenting that topic. Why? This month it the divide between my sources widened, and at times, it became difficult to take one newspaper’s reporting at face value. Details were conveniently omitted, headlines

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Late last month, workers in Waterloo unearthed sections of the 200-year-old corduroy road (pictured, above). Early settlers laid logs on swampy ground to make their journeys easier (remember, this area is part of a large swamp). For a few weeks, these stretches of excavated ground became a tourist attraction, as archaeologists, historians, and people with camera-equipped drones documented the

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Last month I wrote about the challenge of addressing my biases when writing Kitchener 1916 Project posts. This month the challenge is what I call “source bias.” I’m reading two English-language dailies for the Kitchener 1916 Project—The Berlin News-Record and The Berlin Daily Telegraph—therein, it’s easy to argue that by not including local German news sources, my basic research is skewed (

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One of the Kitchener 1916 project’s challenges is perspective. I read early 20th-century newspaper articles and try to turn off my early 21st Century sensibilities. While it’s not always possible, I think it’s important that I’m aware of my biases and experiences—“lenses,” if you will—when reviewing the accounts of the day. Click here to read more. February 2016 Posts/Recipes: 28 Jan –

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I don’t know when hobbies and interests became aggrandized to “passion projects,” but here we are.  I’ve noodled a new food writing project for a while.  One specifically about Canadian food—not what’s found in glossy magazines, not fashionable eating hitched to celebrities, fads and marketing schemes—but actual foods prepared in actual kitchens. It’s pretty easy to become

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See that pie?  The one with the crimped, hand made crust?  The one with the mellow meringue? It embodied all that was wrong my Blue Monday Weekend.  The gawds decided to bat me, my friends and my family around as a cat bats around a paper crumply.  It seemed as if with every BBM bing, every corner I turned, every chair I sat in, every call I took, something

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...and not forgottenGeneviève Bergeron (1968–1989), civil engineering studentHélène Colgan (1966–1989), mechanical engineering studentNathalie Croteau (1966–1989), mechanical engineering studentBarbara Daigneault (1967–1989), mechanical engineering studentAnne-Marie Edward (1968–1989), chemical engineering studentMaud Haviernick (1960–1989), materials engineering studentBarbara

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It feels a bit early for me to start thinking of Christmas. Drifts of research and reports surround me; calendar reminders twinkle on my screen, and it wasn’t too long ago when a hard thump of an icing sugar duster covered my garden with snow. Maybe it’s not too early for me to start thinking of Christmas. Two things easily get me into the Christmas spirit—music and food.  While I

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Hello all my lovely people. The other day when I read this Globe and Mail article about how Canadians cook, this exchange leapt out at me: Calder: Cookbooks, at least in the English tradition, usually came from someone who’d been cooking a long time, so now we get chef cookbooks but you also get a bunch of cookbooks from 22-year-old bloggers, who...  Hunter: Know nothing. 

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Tomorrow is election day in Canada.  It’s been a long campaign. It’s been an aberrantly and abhorrently caustic campaign.  As we waded through attack ads, endured dog whistles, and sifted through fictions presented as facts, many of us remembered what it was like to be Canadian.  Canadian. Not the hawkish, divisive and belligerent archetype some try to

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Kitchener-Waterloo's 180-year brewery history is dotted with legendary names.  George Rebscher started Canada's first lager brewery in what is now downtown Kitchener.  David Kuntz's brewery became Carling-Kuntz, then Carling, then Carling-O'Keefe and finally Labatt's.  Jim Brickman is credited with not just founding Ontario's first craft brewery but triggering the Canadian craft

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Has a decade passed since I started writing this blog? I guess it has. I'll set some thoughts to pixels about the past 10 years, but not today. Yes, I've got something up my flour-dusted and sauce-splattered sleeve--but I need to get a wiggle on to get it sorted. The past week has been filled with happy things: apart from Cardamom Addict's anniversary, I've also marked my birthday (

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The first Saturday in August means different things to different Canadians.  For many of us, it's the start of a three-day weekend.  Although different parts of the country call it by different names, for most of Ontario, it's the Civic Holiday long weekend (with Monday being the Civic Holiday).  I say most of Ontario as Burlington calls it Joseph Brant Day,  Ottawa

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Some years are less difficult than others.  Some days are less difficult than others.  Every year I pause to remember The Fussy Eater, who died eight years ago today.  Our time together was as long as The Fates saw fit. Today I remember him via food and film.  A marathon viewing of The Hobbit trilogy in the TV Temple -- his TV Temple -- and supper of some of his

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