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Grilled Peach and Cinnamon Crumble Ice Cream

I stumbled down the grey concrete steps past the barbecue and around the corner; walking toward the emerald grass, one hand holding an ice cream cone and the other clutching my camera. It was a hot spring day, unusually common this time of year in Toronto. It seemed that the weather was pushed a month forward: March showers brought April flowers.

Grilled peach ice cream

The frosty treat was melting down the side of the cone, gradually approaching my fingers. Soon, the ice cream covered most of the cone in streaks of peachy-goodness. As the ice cream melted it revealed chunks of frozen peach and nuggets of cinnamon crumble.

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Cinnamon Rolls

Have you ever heard of Panama before? It’s a country in central America that’s known for its canal. If I was a country I wouldn’t want to be known for my canal. That’s a pretty strange thing to be known for. Americans are known for baseball and apple pie, Canadians for cold weather and hockey, and Panama is known for its canal. I saw the canal before. It’s a nice canal, but still.

Cinnamon rolls on a baking tray

Next week I’m making my second trip to Panama for a family vacation and we plan to go on a salt-water fishing trip and to the tropical fruit market (you can read about the tropical fruit market here). The one thing that really stuck out to me last time I went to Panama though wasn’t the food, it was a car accident.

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“Eggs with Toast”

Uhg. It’s only eleven in the morning. Back to sleep I go. Noon? I could do a bit better. And then, at one, I rise. It’s cold. On the windows there’s condensation and I see the grass covered with frost. I shiver. Is it winter already? I put on a long-sleeved tee-shirt and a pair of track pants and head off to brush my teeth. Back and forth, back and forth. Up and down, up and down. Still tired, I creep down the stairs and have fried eggs with a bagel (also known as pure bliss). My dog scratches. I threaten to scratch him back if he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop. I scratch him back.

Trompe l'oeil "eggs and toast" with Meyer lemon pudding, lemon curd, and cinnamon cake

Hmm… what to do next? I lie down on the couch and my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel lies on top of me. I feel warm as I watch a movie. I pet my dog and lie there happily  in my family room. Life’s good. Around 4pm I realize I have an English assignment due and run to my computer. I stare at the blank word document before me and wonder how writers do it. Perhaps they use SparkNotes?

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