Showing posts with label HOUR CULTURAL MOSAIC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HOUR CULTURAL MOSAIC. Show all posts

Thursday, 7 January 2010

Three Sisters Around The Greek Table




I just finished watching these three spirited and talented Greek sisters on Breakfast Television with my morning 'girlfriend', Dini Pugliese. How proud Canada must be! This cookbook is taking the world by storm. (become their fan here) One more example of the incredible creative power in Canada's 'Cultural Mosaic'. Their parents immigrated from the Peloponnesus region of Greece, from small villages high in the mountains around Kalamata – famous for its olives. They farmed on small terraced gardens along steep hillsides and grew walnuts, peanuts, sesame seeds, olives, figs, beans, cucumbers, peppers, onions, potatoes, eggplants, and zucchini. They raised sheep and goats and from their milk made yogurt, and feta and Mizithra cheeses. They grew grapes, made wine, and even made their own pasta. Their produce was sold at markets, and what they could afford to keep became the basis for their meals and the basis of many of the recipes in this book. "One Country, 200 Cultures" - Patti Friday (gorgeous, yummy, you 'gotta-have' cookbook....Yummy!!!)





Friday, 9 October 2009

Hour Cultural Mosaic Part II
























This is the second half of our morning walk on Collingwood's main street. The sun has finally poked its toasty glow above the antique brick buildings, bringing to light the true and clear colours. The air is different now. Crisper. Call to the nesting instincts. Arm in arm we go.....





















Thursday, 8 October 2009

Hour Cultural Mosaic



























It has been a while since we grabbed our cameras and slipped on our denim coats and pashminas to go for "Hour Cultural Mosaic". Do you recall? It all started here and my goodness, we have seen many things together. Early this morning, before the sun came up and the moon went to bed, I had a splendid chance to walk Collingwood's Main Street while my son played hockey under the clock tower. Button up that jacket now. It's only 9 degrees (c).