bookmark_borderIs there such a thing as too much ginger?

I don’t like to use recipes. When I used to help my Mom make dinner there were no instructions — she just knew how much to put in. Of course, I never wrote anything down, so now I don’t recall how to make any of her dishes. So if any of you ever run across a Macedonian cookbook (heaven knows where, they’re not a Chapters) pick it up and I’ll pay you back.

But getting back to my lack of interest in cooking protocols. This no recipe habit usually is not a big deal, I can guess proportions pretty well but today I think I experienced a ginger overdose.

I grated a two inch piece into a cup of boiling water. It seemed a bit strong (okay, very strong) so I Googled it. Apparently I was supposed to use a two inch piece with about 4 cups of water.

Tomorrow I will make a proper ginger tea. One that doesn’t make me worry that I am in danger of ginger poisoning.

bookmark_borderBig cities make me happy

I got so caught up in my esophagogastroduodenoscopy story that I forgot to mention I was in Montreal this weekend.

It was quite possibly the hottest weekend the city has seen in some time but it was still very fun.

I love Montreal. I want to go back — in the Fall — when it is not 46°C with the humidex.

Big cities make me happy. Lovely scenery and small towns only hold my interest for the briefest of visits.