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Out & About #910 | T&T on College + More Eaton Updates

6/30/2023

Summer in the downtown core is as exhilirating as it is miserable. This isn't my first rodeo, as past experiences along the Waterfront, the Fashion District, and Yonge-Dundas have shaped my perception of sweltering temperatures in the city.

The sunny season introduces a breadth of street festivals and pop-up activities. However, it also makes outdoor treks dreadful and public transit reek of perspiration and despair.

Thunderstorms and poor air quality have hovered about for at least a few weeks now. Rainfall provides some sort of relief from the muggy atmosphere, though possesses a drastic threat to the paper-bagged purchases and biodegradable food containers preferred by downtown eateries as of late.

On one of many solo walks over lunch, I perused the storefronts along Dundas.

Tsujiri, Gyugyuya, Zen Q, Butter Baker, and, surprisingly, You Don Ya have remained resilient throughout the pandemic. Past destinations of interest including Uncle Tetsu's Angel Cafe, Fugo, and Yang Tea Shop have vanished from the premises. Yutaka was observed having transformed into Gyubee, and Starbucks at Dundas and Elizabeth had been vacated entirely to serve Toronto's growing cannabis market.

Then, braving repulsive sewer stenches, I strolled up University Avenue - umbrella in hand, of course.

Out & About #909 | Strawberry Frenzy

6/29/2023

The selection from Andrew's Scenic Acres presented prominent differences from the standard box of Driscoll's from Loblaws.

Firstly, they were unmistakably smaller - roughly half or even one third the size of the bulbs I've grown accustomed to seeing. They also sported a smoother exterior, with the seeds deeply embedded into the flesh. Another interesting observation was the raised calyx, on top of which the pedicel formed a leafy halo. This verdant crown was largely uniform and easily detachable from the receptacle, unlike storebought renditions that offered utmost resilience against tugging and hulling.
While compact, the strawberries were generally riper, juicier, shinier, and more fragrant, radiating a luxurious, floral aura upon nearing its 1-metre radius. But with its intense saturation came staining of the fingertips; cutting boards and countertops were not exempt from this treatment either. The particularly soft ones bruised easily, causing even more juice to seep out. The batch was quickly identified best for uses in beverages (softened or puréed), while only a few managed as decent cake toppers after hours of steady dehydration on paper towel.

1) Strawberry Compote

Jam is likely the easiest solution for copious amounts of too-ripe fruit. That said, the best - and most consistent - outcomes often result from frozen packages instead, as there is less variance in terms of sweetness and texture.

I opted to adapt my tried-and-true jam recipe for 4 cups of fresh strawberries, keeping the quantity of lemon juice unchanged but reducing the sugar level by nearly 40%. Instead of using the breadmaker, my fuss-free tool of choice, I made like Sunday Baking instead and took to the stovetop. As per her directions, the foam was skimmed from the surface to maintain the formula's luscious, ruby hue.

Commencing on medium-high heat with the lid on caused foaminess to prevail. In order to enable concurrent projects, I switched to low heat and continued to simmer for roughly 15-20 minutes more. When it became obvious that the chunks of strawberry would not be disintegrating completely, a gelatin-water mixture was compiled in the microwave and quickly stirred in.

Far less gelatin had utilized in comparison to the breadmaker recipe, for I had anticipated pectin from the fruit to stabilize the mixture somewhat sufficiently. However, the output was akin to a compote - a chunky one, at that - instead of a spreadable jam. Having also overestimated the strawberries' innate sweetness, the resulting product proved a tad tart.

An attempt at incorporating a few teaspoons of the loose syrup into my cake project ended in vain, for the watery mixture neither served to soften the sponge nor succeed to decorate in a non-Halloween way. Unapologetically trickling off the side, I continued to decorate the front-facing side of the cake instead.

The tangy compote was attempted for use in Strawberry Milk-like creations. Instead of the ever-basic, two-ingredient café favourite, I took to a caffeinated version, using yellow sugar syrup to compensate for the unintended tanginess. Generally speaking, I wasn't quite fond of the combination. While visually attractive with distinct layers, the formula was needlessly viscous and failed to accentuate both the rich, roasted properties of coffee and sweet pulpiness of strawberries. Moreover, it was nearly impossible to enjoy the softened berries: the pieces were far thicker than the straw's diameter, yet too malleable to be obtained using a spoon. Perhaps the compote would fare better in tea lattes, for the sharpness does not pair well espresso's existing acidity levels.

Used as a topping for oatmeal, the juices bled into the oats upon contact, making for a rather watery combination. The sizable chunks of fruit were a swell addition, however it provide enough depth; a drizzle of sweetened condensed milk was used to fill the void.

1a) New York Cheesecake

Having witnessed minimal success in purposing the compote for jam-like uses, I began to consider recipes that relied on a chunkier, syrupy presence. New York Cheesecake came to mind.

The intense richness associated with the dessert is unforgettable; it was almost as if I had suffered the coma-inducing satiation just yesterday. Equipped with one block of Philadelphia cream cheese and a fresh carton of whipping cream, I took to Sunday Baking's Brown Sugar Cheesecake recipe, swapping out brown (or black) sugar for standard granulated sugar and adding in a few drops of vanilla extract and orange extract for sweet zestiness.
Utilizing the entirety of the 250 g block meant doubling the recipe. Consequently, a total of four eggs and 200 grams of heavy cream were whisked into the batter. Her 6-inch cake baked in a water bath for forty minutes at 320 F. My own was baked between the 330 F to 350 F (due to inconsistent oven temperature) for slightly over sixty minutes. When the cake was no longer jiggly, it was removed from the oven, as well as the water bath in which it had been submerged.

Out & About #908 | Milton Strawberry Fair + Andrew's Scenic Acres

6/24/2023

"Are you confident in your plan? You currently have 80% (of what was anticipated)."
"LCBO." came the weary response.
"You got it!" I was both taken back and pleasantly surprised. "You are learning!"

An early chiropractor appointment awaited me on Saturday morning. The calendar booking had been brought to the attention of the sleepy polar bear, who had been tasked last-minute with preparing an itinerary while I pursued other home endeavours. Despite having previously been informed that strawberry picking plans would be cancelled due to pending weekend showers, a potentially forgiving forecast had me changing my mind.

I would enlist chauffeur services for the trip to Markham, during which a cup of iced HK Milk Tea with Traditional Ding Ding Candy from Cafe de Hong Kong would be procured for my later enjoyment.

Following diagnosis and treatment of a persistently crunchy right knee, we headed over to LCBO. The array of summer-friendly incentives was impressive: Dry bags with purchase of seltzer (gross) and three colourful styles of handheld cooler bags (koozies) for vodka iced tea.

Strawberry sake, two lanky bottles of sparkling sake, plum wine, and several summer beer packs were appended to my collection. Pine and wine soju were also spotted during this visit, with the former ringing in at ten times the price of the latter.

A point collection ordeal set us back fifteen minutes, resulting in an eventual departure around the 11 AM mark. Roughly sixty minutes later, we would arrive in Downtown Milton. Parking was found in one of the expansive lots along Mary Street; from that point, we slowly made our way towards Main Street, where the Milton Strawberry Fair was presumed to take place.

At least twenty tents and a road closure between Main and James awaited us. The vendors gazed at us with suspicion, while us them an air of curiosity.

Locating indoor plumbing facilities was the first order of business. When a local café had blocked access to washrooms, noting them for staff only, we meandered across the street to Butcher Bar, an establishment operating as both a café (with outdoor dining area!) and a source of meats, cheeses, and frozen pastas.

In the meantime, the sleepy polar bear was left to peruse the display of baked goods residing the café portion of the mixed-use facility. Our gaze fell upon the cannoli, namely the pistachio version tucked in the corner. Given the distinctly sticky temperatures outside, I proposed looping back for the goods just before departing the neighbourhood.

And we did; about one hour later, we returned for the bathroom and each took to two items for the later lunching: Pistachio and Ricotta Cannoli for myself and a Pistachio Cannoli and S'Mores Cookie for the sleepy polar bear. While slightly short of memorable, the bite-sized snacks were quite tasty, especially the fillings.

Just when we thought that we had missed the Strawberry Fair, a handwritten sign guided us back in the direction from which we came. It also noted event hours of 8 AM to 4 PM. Oddly enough, neither of us had noticed it on our way through Hugh Lane the first time around.

The residential streets led us to the Milton Fall Fairgrounds, where bouncy castles and vendor booths could be spotted arranged on the field.

Out & About #907 | Potluck, IKEA at Aura Concourse + Union Market Findings

6/23/2023

After what seemed (yet another) a whirlwind of a weekend, I ventured back downtown for another Monday in the office.

Traffic conditions were light, thankfully, as were GO train volumes.

In my haste, I had forgotten my hand cream once again, but was graciously offered a travel-sized tub of Vaseline from a coworker.

Even at the early hour of 8 AM, a handful of workstations were already occupied. It was the day of the potluck, and, slowly but surely, various food items were spotted being transported to the kitchen and lunchroom.

Large-scale dining events hadn't been personally experienced since the holiday potluck of 2019, so I was very much enthralled upon receiving the calendar invite. Between the bustle of weekend chores and preparing banana bread, I began to fret over the assortment of food to be assembled: Would there be enough?

As the noise levels surged around the 11:30 AM mark, I grew increasingly more excited - for not only was there more food than the lunchroom tables could handle, the variety was absolutely stunning!

There was ample selection of both sweet and savoury dishes, and extreme diversity as well! We had Mediterranean salads, Biryani, japchae, Brazilian empanadas, Singaporean vermicelli, lasagna, and more! The team has truly outdone themselves, even bringing their own mixing bowls, cling film, and serving vessels for the optimal experience.

Regular potluck contenders of Caesar salad, fruit and vegetable trays, and shrimp cocktail rings were present, however the number of homemade dishes far exceeded pre-packaged varieties. A few local items also made it to the table, including original Uncle Tetsu, Swiss roll cakes from Bake Island, and four styles of thin-crust pizza from Pizzaiolo.

My first plate consisted of japchae, Mediterranean barley salad, homemade Baba ganoush and guacamole on pita, lasagna, shrimp cocktail, and fruit.

The creator of the japchae had, impressively, brought all ingredients in compartmentalized containers for mixing on-site. Sesame seeds and salt were transferred to small zip lock bags; even soy sauce and tongs had made their way downtown from suburbia. I had found the stir-fried Shiitake mushrooms and excessive dusting of untoasted sesame seeds peculiar, as they didn't particularly contribute to complexity. The noodles were of a nice, chewy consistency, though the combination lacked sesame oil. Nonetheless, it was a delicious - and laborious! - take on the vegetarian noodle dish, despite not entirely authentic.

Baba ganoush and guacamole had both been regarded fondly at first, having conjured my fondest recollections of the dips. They were found to be of a looser consistency than desired, and far less potent in profile. Meanwhile, the pita was flat and tough, rather than pillowy and eager to be dunked.

On the other hand, the Mediterranean salad was amazing - alluring from the first bite, and scrumptious to the point where its inclusion of finely chopped red onion no longer mattered to me. (Little had I known the recipe was also SK-derived!!) The fruit trays were also of great quality, with juicy chunks of pineapple and sizable lobes of ruby red strawberries.

Out & About #906 | Eaton Update, Hawaiian Butter Mochi + Exploring Platinum Drive

6/18/2023

Heading into the office on a rainy Monday morning was blissful:
Traffic was smooth.
The PATH was quiet.
The office was peaceful.

Without external interferences, I entered focus mode immediately. Exploring the vast array of resources made known to us, I came across the availability of Microsoft 365, currently restricted to the web version only.

Against my better judgement, I opted to move the entirety of my working files to OneDrive, in hopes that it would serve to provide more stable backup. Alas, seconds after verifying the files' existence, the cloud folder emptied itself. My files were gone.

Reaching out to IT in a frenzy, I stated my dilemma with urgency, then began evaluating my options for tomorrow's review deadline. The moral of story: Always make copies to be conservative, rather than using the "cut" function at every available opportunity. My attempt to be efficient and prevent unnecessary duplication actually hindered productivity instead of enhancing it.

Dreary skies and persistent precipitation continued into the early afternoon hours. As opposed to my usual outdoor trek, I crossed over to the Eaton Centre to explore the indoor facility, while simultaneously completing errands.

Despite its awkward, non-looping layout and homeless-heavy population, Eaton remains a top spot for tourists visiting the City, though the association may have resulted from its proximity to City Hall and the photo-ready "Toronto" sign.

For the average GTA resident, it is rarely the shopping centre of choice given more convenient, parking-equipped options elsewhere. However, seeing as the trip would mark my first foray in recall-able history since 2018, it was only reasonable to sync updates from the past five years.

The most obvious change was the commencement of Ontario Line construction, which had taken over the centremost section of the mall, where the gargantuan Christmas Tree had once stood for past Tree Lighting ceremonies.

Läderach unveiled its doors to the downtown public in 2019. While it isn't, by any means, considered "new" to locals, the name was definitely foreign to me. Like Lindt, it branded itself as a Swiss chocolatier. Instead of individually wrapped truffles with various fillings, their signature offerings spanned chocolate bark, truffle gift boxes, and chocolate-covered popcorn. The latter was of primary interest to me, though I simply couldn't justify the seventeen-dollar price tag for the teensy pouch.

Benkei Hime had made waves last year with its "integrated lifestyle" concept. Boasting a faux Kawara roof and flashy orange interior fitted with a multitude of LED lights, the store was an odd mishmash of overpriced bubble tea and uncategorizable merchandise.

The overall design appeared gaudy and excessive, and not very reminiscent of a café or typical bubble tea dine-in establishment.

Out & About #905 | Craig's Cookies, Rainbow Choc Chip Pecan Cookies + Challah

6/11/2023

I had a number of gripes about heading into the office on the first day of the week - to an all-day training session no less!

At the very least, the trek was minimal and sustenance supplied.

Arriving at Union in advance of the agreed time allowed for Wi-Fi usage and exploration of the connecting pathway between the Bay and York Concourses, where further outlets could be found for usage while standing.

A total of three trainings were scheduled. Having seen mediocre offerings at the first (901), I nearly debated bringing my own mid-day meal to escape rigid sandwiches.
Thankfully, I had ultimately decided against it, for breakfast comprised of a decent supply of coffee, muffins, and slightly tacky strawberry-cream cheese Danishes.

A variety of wraps and sandwiches would be spotted filing into the training room around the 12:15 PM mark. Included in the assortment were roast beef, turkey, halal chicken, veggie, and veggie without cheese. The stark contrast of the items had already taken me back, but the fruit platter was, undoubtedly, the most exciting addition of all!
Fresh, delectable berries, juicy pineapple, luscious green grapes, chopped Granny Smith apples, and cantaloupe were giddily piled onto one side of my plate.

And, once the entire room had taken to their fill, I returned for a second helping of fruit, focusing on the highly saturated strawberries.

The agenda hadn't permitted more than forty-five minutes for lunch, nor more than ten minutes per break. I would depart for home earlier than expected, then return to the downtown core the following day for the event I had been least excited for since my first day: moving offices.

Out & About #904 | Petit Potato + OHYO

6/10/2023

Life is to be lived efficiently.
When desires to venture beyond the local neighbourhoods overlapped with an opportunity to schedule my (supposed) first of many double dates, I fervently began planning the day's itinerary. In keeping with the theme of efficiency, I took to re-purposing previously donned work attire in a casual ensemble, prior to tossing into the wash. This would, in turn, lead to more intentional styling, which would then amount to a dance-able outfit capable of being used for filming Queencard in public.

The domino effect is arguably vague, but events easily fall into place as a result of the preceding activity or decision.

The sleepy polar bear arrived with punctuality, assisting me in errands before bestowing new LINE Friends merchandise upon me. A supposedly authentic Infrared Wireless Car Charger was presented, reeking of cheap plastic and bearing sharp-edged packaging. I was doubtful of its usefulness, for I had experimented with various phone holders in the past and saw success from none.
When I eventually took to installing the apparatus, the arms of the holder began closing in on my hand without warning, firmly closing in on my hand and pinching skin to the point where extreme pain and bleeding would occur. There wasn't a single safety warning on the manual, which only affirmed the utter inadequacy of QC for products hailing from China.

We arrived earlier than expected, given decent weekend morning traffic volumes. Located off Empress Ave, the Loblaws garage offered 90 minutes of complimentary parking with purchases of ten dollars or more, otherwise enforcing a weekend flat rate of six dollars. The Empress Walk located off Hillcrest Ave was one dollar less: five dollars, or complimentary two-hour parking for Petit Potato customers. Both were ridiculously reasonable prices, especially considering the Green P meters in the area.

The lot connected to Loblaws via an inclined moving walkway, identical to those present at Superstore locations. It led directly towards a Tim Hortons kiosk situated beyond the cash registers, then permitted access to the escalators of Empress Walk as well as TTC's North York Centre station. Before ascending into the retail plaza, we caught sight of OHYO. The establishment's doors would remain closed until noon, thus we opted to check back following lunch plans.

After briefly browsing Mumuso, it was determined that our selected destination was, in fact, only accessible from street level.

Petit Potato had been a follow-up suggestion to my original picks of Ssangkye Jjimdak for lunch and Mikaku (still unfulfilled) for dinner. It was, collectively, the most convenient location for the group, as it could be reached easily on foot or by car.

The eatery comprised of double glass doors, wherein its entryway had positioned a shrine with pungent incense sticks. Beyond these doors was an unoccupied bar area. To the right of the bar was a stairwell, lined with mirrors and illuminated with a yellowish lighting to mimic a gold sheen. An unoccupied reception area was found at the top, along with distinctly cool-toned décor to contrast with the stairwell palette.

Out & About #903 | Thornbury BIA + Paddling in Heathcote

6/3/2023

I had always viewed myself as one with superb adaptability, and not for the reason of being "flexible" with whatever outcomes may arise, but rather that I'd possess the ability to solve whatever issues may unfold in a given moment, whether it be summoning from existing knowledge or outsourcing information in the quickest way possible. The recent transition has proven challenging in more ways than one, for it's brought along new work responsibilities, new colleagues, new team culture, and, most evidently, a new in-office schedule.
These changes may be insignificant in the grand scheme of my career, however they are nonetheless grueling to tackle all at once. When I finally settled into the general groove of things, my weekends would see relief once more.

With the heat wave having receded after a drizzling Friday evening, temperatures would revert to an acceptable level, restoring desires to venture into the great outdoors. A last-minute proposal for paddling was well received by the sleepy polar bear. As such, plans were solidified in just under 48 hours - bookings, itinerary, and reservations executed and comprehensively documented by yours truly.

We set out for Thornbury early Saturday morning, me belting my heart out to STAY and the sleepy polar bear tailgating the vehicle in front with every possible opportunity. It is with some degree of allayment that I declare steadier driving skills since the disconcerting drive of last year. That said, street names are still foreign and lane changes are still shaky.
I had planned for an optional break for indoor plumbing facilities at the halfway mark, though we ultimately bypassed this stop and headed straight for Thornbury. By the time we had realized, the closest McDonald's was already thirty minutes away and required backtracking.

A number of wind turbines were passed along the way.
"Why don't we have more of these?" asked the sleepy polar bear, as eyes were taken off the road for a split second - not that any road signs were read. "They look nice."
I rolled my eyes, as aesthetics were hardly the reason for installation. "I don't think you can put these anywhere." I stated, matter-of-factly. "There are probably regulations that specify their proximity, and Canada has laws on land use. Some are restricted areas that can't be touched."

Nearing the Thornbury Downtown BIA, we passed by a luxurious-looking mahogany building - Thornbury Craft Cider & Brew House. My eyes immediately illuminated at the sight of the brewery and patio setup.
"Did you want to eat here instead?"
"No." Brewhouses were simply too slow of a dining experience while on a schedule. But I responded instead with an answer that the sleepy polar bear could identify with better instead: "I don't like their stuff."
And it was true, for their cider had been average and Ladder Run had been blacklisted.

Several street parking spots could be found along Bruce Street. I pointed to one just west of Good Grief Coffee Roasters, an establishment that had piqued my curiosity during the previous day's research phase. (Amazingly, we neither hit the curb nor scratched the vehicle before us.)

Out & About #903 | (Pt. 2): Blue Mountain Village + Heart's Tavern

6/3/2023

Read Part 1 HERE !

I swapped footwear quickly, then urged the sleepy polar bear to hurry back towards Thornbury. It had been my assumption that all beaches would support a splashpad and changing area. Alas, I was wrong.

In addition to paid parking, Little River Beach Park featured bathrooms, though no showers for rinsing off mossiness. I settled for wiping my feet dry, then changing into dry clothes.

Ice cream is a mandatory mid-afternoon summer treat for me, particularly on days involving aquatic activities. Leading up to the visit, I had meticulously verified the operating hours of local dessert parlours, landing upon Pom Pom in the process.

The Thornbury Downtown BIA was very compact, and we essentially found ourselves within walking distance of the businesses we had visited earlier. On the east side of Bridge Street, we found street parking marked with simplistic line paintings between an interlock boulevard and mountable curb and gutter. The right-of-way appeared more or less the same, however businesses to the west of Bridge Street had narrower walkways, continuous curb and gutter, and street parking on the road itself.

We had spotted another ice cream spot closer to the beach, though had our qualms towards its offerings - why was it so empty?
A short lineup persisted outside Pom Pom, indicating plausibly greater popularity amongst locals.

The designated POI adopted the form of a pale yellow hut next to a laundromat. To the left of the ordering window was a menu with prices; to its right was a list of ice cream flavours, categorized into dairy and vegan options. Merchandise such as a canvas tote bag and plastic water bottle were spotted adorning the payment area.

While we waited, the sleepy polar bear indecisively shifted between Cookies & Cream and Caramel Coco Crunch. On the other hand, I began Googling flavours for more comprehensive descriptions. Listening to my utterances of various ice cream profiles, the sleepy polar bear eventually settled on a small scoop of Moose Tracks in a waffle cone.

Hovering between a root beer float and ice cream sandwich, I ultimately decided on the latter as to not fill my stomach before supper. Before pointing out a desired flavour, recommendations were sought from the girl behind the cashier. She recommended the Chocolate Brownie Cookie, though noted that the ice cream was "up to" me. I leaned towards Black Cherry, then, out of concern for cough syrup-tasting cherry bits, opted for Mint Chunk.

Orders would be fulfilled from a separate window - a green window sill with napkins and cone tray. The sleepy polar bear's order would emerge first: a standard-sized waffle cone with a small sphere of Kawartha Dairy's signature.

Out & About #902 | Heat Wave, Ube Cinnamon Rolls + Union Market First Glance

6/2/2023

One could argue that Ontarians are never truly ready for summer. With a spring transition as brief as a few weeks, many are faced with chills and sniffles as they struggle to grasp Mother Nature's indiscriminate directions.

Despite my hatred for cracked hands and ruthless gusts, I'd opt for cooler weather on any given day. If outdoor walks weren't miserable enough with constant construction debris being whipped at commuters, then stroke-inducing conditions surely serve as the final blow.

My in-office presence was accompanied by one of three new bracelets, ample sunshine, and treacherous, homeless-filled walks along Queen West.

The Spadina stretch had always been filled with homeless, but sightings were now much more frequent. Shopping carts and filthy, hunched residents of the streets were everywhere. They appeared to be concentrated along the arterials - reasonably so, for foot traffic is greatest and so are potential earnings.

Veering onto the residential side streets was the best alternative. Blazing UV rays and glimpses into questionable laneways were inevitable, but, at the very least, I had escaped from areas threatening my safety.

The trip introduced me to a small pilates studio by the name of Trinity Pilates, General Assembly's ornately decorated exterior, and more scaffolding than I would have liked to pass under.

I concluded the lunch walk at the Tim Hortons Innovation Café on King Street. Having anticipated around the same variety of offerings as the Square One outpost, I must admit that the limited range took me by surprise. The display case did not comprise of an assortment fitting for a standalone location; even Circle K probably had more. Cleanliness (or rather, lack thereof) was on par with any other Timmies location, as was service speed and friendliness. Décor was the only aspect worth noting: hockey stick door handles, café-style seating, and specialty artwork instead of gaudy promotional banners.

A duo of Nitro Lemonade and a Vanilla Bean Dip Dream Donut were obtained for later consumption.

Unfortunately, the beverage wasn't drastically better than the chain's standard Lemonade formula, in spite of being priced steeper and delivered with an inch-thick layer of foam. Worst of all was the Vanilla Bean Dip donut, a damp round bearing little to no hints of vanilla and hardly fresh with patches of green mould forming on its already damp underside. Needless to say, feedback was provided in regards to this dining hazard.

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