Just finished reading Bill Gaston’s book by the same name, and while the ending was somewhat disappointing, the bulk of this historical fiction was a virtual banquet for the imagination.
Champlain was a century ahead of his time. Celebrations of 100-mile (or 100-metre) fare are de rigeur these days: day trips to local farms, walking tours of restaurants and locavore festivals abound from one end of the country to the other.
Just a few notes from Ottawa’s bursting-at-the-seams schedule of foodie fests: Savour Ottawa’s Harvest Table, Montebello’s Foire Gourmande, and a fundraiser for the Humane Society in memory of chef Kurt Waldele (all on Aug 28); Feast of Fields (Sept 11); Taste of Wellington West (Sept 17); Taste of Preston Street as part of La Vendemmia (Sept 25). Oh, and don’t forget the farmers’ markets, which will be rolling out the late-summer goods over the next couple of weeks.
Hopefully I can manage to fit all that into my calendar. In the meantime, I think I might need to reinstate Champlain’s monthly hoopla, to fend off the inevitable arrival of cold weather and bring together some of my nearest and dearest. But I think I’ll skip the moose nose entrée.