These last few months have been a drag, when it comes to food and general well being. There was the darkness. The cold. The insane hours at work. The work-travel. Did I mention the darkness and the cold?
Ottawa was stuck in a never-ending winter, and I was stuck in a rut. Again. It got so bad that I wasn’t even cooking anymore. Aspiring webcomic artist Abby Howard hailing from Montreal captured exactly what I was going through, in this comic: Sadness Brownies.
Time passes inevitably, and eventually, spring came. This week. And with spring, comes a general sense of renewal, and some sort of strange… empowerment. I dug out my juicer that had been in storage for a year, and my Juice for Life book by Ruth Tal Brown of Toronto’s Fresh Restaurant. It’s amazing what a difference sunlight and vitamins make in ones’ life!
Slowly but surely, I woke from my winter slump. As a first step towards reintegration into the kitchen, I decided to tackle head-on something I’ve been fearing for a long time: the mighty MACARON.
In the middle of a Gatineau suburb, I trudged on a Saturday afternoon to a cooking school run by a kooky-but-down-to-earth French man. I felt good, for the first time in a long time. And it helped that at the end of the class we got to take home a whole box (2 batches!) of macaron. If that didn’t cheer me up, I don’t know what will.
Since Saturday I have made 3 more batches of macaron and I am still not sick of them. Ladies and gentlemen, Momo’s back!