You can see the seasons in cloud formations. Summer’s distinctly popcorn-shaped clouds have given way to autumnal, wispy tendrils of white that look like smudges on a chalkboard, or the blur of a photograph of something moving quickly, but frozen in time. Like the clouds in the sky, fall also brings its share of foods that are not freshly available at any other time of year.
I finally managed to make the cherry pie I’ve been wanting to do all summer. I was waiting for the ripest, most locally grown cherries I could find. Ontario cherries have been elusive this year. Perhaps they haven’t yet reached their peak. But last week, on a trip to the Jean Talon market here in Montreal, I at least managed to find cherries grown in Canada, even if they did come all the way from BC. » Read the rest of this entry «