I think my brain has melted a bit. It has been incredibly hot and muggy here in Toronto, and although we do have air conditioning (thank goodness!) I haven’t written a single a blog post in two weeks! But I have finished writing other things which is good:
During the past two weeks we went to a beautiful wedding, cycled insane distances in +30 degree weather, went to a couple of friends’ birthday parties (including a 50th!), and picnicked in a park. Here are some pictures I took during my blogging absence.
Marina in Bluffer’s Park. Me, awkward pose. Me, awkward pose again, this time at a friends’ wedding. Beautiful centerpiece flowers, also at the wedding.
The wedding reception was held outdoors, and we got the perfect weather for dancing.
Church window. A hat on a head that has been hailed as the most flagpole-looking head in the world (=mine). The wedding tent (beautiful!).
I took this picture a few days ago walking home from yoga. The white trucks (trailers) are parked there for a movie set, a common sight in Toronto.
Late evening in Toronto. The tall white tower in the background is 78 stories high (300m), and it’s Canada’s highest skyscraper.
And, finally a collection of random pictures from our picnic and elsewhere. (For the Finns out there, note the “Finn Crisps” aka hapankorput!
For anyone who has ever asked me why there aren’t any Finnish dishes that are “famous” like souvlaki, lasagna or tabbouleh, part of the answer is that Finnish food names are not very easy to pronounce. For example, a traditional style of sour crispbread, hapankorppu, has been renamed, understandably, a finn crisp by the masters of global marketing (where as pita, ciabatta and baguette all got to keep their names). Juustoleipä became just “juusto” at out local supermarket (which doesn’t actually make any sense!). Köyhät ritarit, karjalanpaisti, karjalanpiirakat, perunamuusi, kylmäsavustettu lohi, mustamakkara… I’m sure people would be thrilled to order these in a restaurant :-). In a sense, Finns sometimes lack the cultural confidence of just calling things by their original names, compared to many other cultures (ciao Italians, who gave us linguine, pizza and espresso!). When people ask me what a certain dish is called in Finnish, I always feel extremely guilty answering something like katkarapumuhennosvoileipä. “Oh, it’s just shrimps on bread” sounds much more people-friendly and yet it doesn’t come across as distinctly Nordic without a funky name. Sometimes I do wish we’d have something simpler for everyone to pronounce, like dim sum, sushi, coq au vin, moussaka or shepherd’s pie. Promoting foods by their names, especially since many people are generally quite interested in different cuisines, should be something we introverted little fenno-chefs ought to learn. After all, it’s what the Italians, Lebanese, Indians, and the French have learned ages ago. Nordic cuisine is excellent, it really is, and there is much more to try than just
swedish meatballs meatballs.
(I told you my brain has gone a little soft because of the heat wave. Why else would I write a full paragraph about crackers?).
Beach at Bluffer’s Park. Picnic at Trinity Bellwoods. Scarborough Bluffs. Church ceiling architecture.