Montréal is a pleasant three hour journey north of here. On Saturday we traveled through the green mountains of Vermont and then the flat agricultural fields of southern Quebec for a three day foray to our favorite northern city.
We traded gathering eggs for exploring the market stalls heaped with fresh produce, displays of maple syrup, and exotic spices at Marché Jean Talon; shoveling snow for eating injera and doro wat with our hands at the Ethiopian restaurant Le Nil Bleu; building up the woodfire for sampling exotic teas at Camellia Sinenses; playing with Legos for visiting the toy exhibit at the McCord Museum. In between we drank hot chocolate (mine was laced with fleur de sel) at Suite 88, had delicious noodles at Pho Bang New York, and bubble tea at L8 in Chinatown. And—as always—we finished our visit with a stop at the Fairmount Bagel Factory to get two dozen bagels. Montréal-style bagels resemble a circular soft pretzel, being slightly denser and a little bit sweeter than a New York bagel. I like them. Ryan loves them. He ate three and a half of them on the way home (after having one at breakfast, and another after dinner).
Now we are happily back to our winter routines. A few ribbons of red still hang from the branches outside my window and I need to go open up the henhouse for the day.