At the end of winter, I always go through a grapefruit-buying phase. I see them on sale at the grocery store and I stock up because I’m convinced they’ll get me through the end of cold season. I used to think that this had something to do with trying to get my daily dose of Vitamin C (see end of cold season), but now I believe it has more to do with all these beautiful pink, red and yellow hues. I swear, when the winter days are dark, cold and gloomy, there is nothing more satisfying and uplifting than slicing into a ripe, juicy grapefruit.
I’m officially over winter.
I know a lot of people say that, but I think today I truly am. It may be because I’m tired of constantly scraping salt off my boots, my work pants and even our hardwood floor. I’ve lost count at how many times I’ve managed to misplace my mitts, hat and scarf at any given moment. And I’m still not too thrilled that it’s dark outside before 6pm.
But it’s almost the end of February and I swear, it’s like a light at the end of the tunnel. Spring is coming.
Growing up, I remember my mom owned a sweater with the phrase “30 never looked so good.” It was a white pull-over sweater with crazy fonts and coloured shapes – think Saved By the Bell styled clipart. When I was a teenager, it become one of my mom’s favourite sweaters to wear while doing chores around the house and at the time I remember thinking how “old” 30 seemed. To a kid like me, being 30 was practically a lifetime away. I still had high school and university to get through. Not to mention that late 20’s post-university phase of figuring out a career, buying a house, balancing a bank account and walking successfully in high-heels. Pretty much everything that I thought responsible, serious adults did once they turned 30 and have everything figured out.
Comfort food #ALLtheTIME is still happening and right now we’re up to our ears in homemade soup, hearty stews and all the fresh bread imaginable for dipping. As much as I’m not a fan of this time of year, what with the cold weather, snow and having to constantly scrape salt off my boots, I can’t deny that all this warm, cozy food sort of makes up for it.
Whenever there is a fresh blanket of snow outside, I always find myself reaching for comfort food. Lately it’s been casseroles, homemade soup, fresh baked rolls, warm mugs of apple spiced tea and all the baked goodies imaginable. The freezer as of late has become pretty bare because we’ve somehow managed to eat through all the carrot ginger soup and leftover turkey stew I made and promptly froze at the end of December. Luckily with all this soup and stew we’ve been eating, my new bread maker has been getting plenty of use. I’ve become a master of the “dough” setting and turning out fresh rolls like nobody’s business. Hopefully later on in the year I’ll be able to face my fear of making fresh bread on a regular basis and we can stop buying up all the spongy commercial bread at the grocery store across the street (possible goal for 2015?).