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Disclosure: Though I'm not vegetarian/vegan, I supported their crowdfunding campaign just because a) I thought they had a good chance of succeeding and wanted to back their dream, and b) sheesh, a city in 2018 (as it was then) without a single vegetarian restaurant? It just seemed wrong.

When I was growing up on the East Coast in the early 70s, peaches came from a can. Full stop. Eventually we started to see fresh ones creeping into the supermarkets, but they were either a) rocks, or b) mealy and disappointing. Then, as a teen, I hitched to Vancouver for the first time. As I was passing through the Okanagan, I got a lift with a farmer who gave me a small bag of the just-picked peaches he was ferrying to his roadside stand. For starters I'd never seen a peach the size of a grapefruit (!), and I'd certainly never tasted one like that. Afterwards I had to find a gas station where I could wash and change, because I was so sticky with peach juice (up past my elbows, and down my chin and shirt) that the wasps wouldn't leave me alone.

Possible botulism in salmon caviar from distributor KananaskisTrade, recall currently affects Ontario but might become national. https://www.inspection.gc.ca/about-the-cfia/newsroom/food-recall-warnings/complete-listing/2019-08-14/eng/1565794116255/1565794118158

Another page on the same site gives a bit more context: https://thegreenergrassfarm.com/2015/01/29/forbidden-fruit-the-interesting-story-of-the-currant-and-pine-trees-ribes-genus/

I just got back from visiting my mom in Nova Scotia. In the town where she lives (Truro) there's a little restaurant, succinctly named Great British Grub. One of their offerings, and a popular one to judge by their sidewalk patio, is a "full English." We pass by there every morning when I accompany my mom on her morning walk, and on this past visit I watched as a woman picked up her slice of black pudding and daintily dunked it into the ramekin of baked beans, in exactly the same way one might dunk a doughnut or cookie into a cup of tea of coffee. Frankly, that never would have occurred to me.

(Mentally adds Lemniscate to the list of Known Pratchett Aficionados...)

Yeah, drawing the line is a difficult call to make (hence the current academic debate). At a certain point a given behavior becomes obsessive and destructive, even if it is normal and acceptable in and of itself (ie, a desire for health). Defining that point is one of those archetypal "the devil is in the details" scenarios.

As a sort of epilogue to this thread (no wonder I had trouble finding it, it's been a year already!), some academics are questioning when "orthorexia" crosses the line and becomes a pathology, and whether it merits a place in the DSM. https://mh.bmj.com/content/early/2019/07/28/medhum-2019-011681.abstract https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0195666318315290

Truthfully I'm not a fan of the super-sweets, which is why I so seldom eat corn anymore. I don't dislike it the way Liuzhou does, I just find it cloying. I *could* grow my own, but my garden is small and I'm reluctant to sacrifice a block to anything that's not a big-time favorite.

As I sat down to dinner one night my (now-) late wife, eyes all a-sparkle, greeted me eagerly with the words "I just read the most fascinating article about fecal coliforms...," secure in the knowledge that a) I would not find this untoward as dinner-table conversation, and that b) I would be equally fascinated.

No, it's still plate tectonics...just on a different plate.

Clearly I haven't had enough caffeine yet, because my first thought was to wonder what you might say to a thrift store to push its buttons and get it riled up.

I think of that as "Mock-eroni." Some blogger had dubbed it that, and I tripped across the recipe while researching something or other.

My GF was horrified recently to learn that I'd never seen it. Alas, it came along after kids and before grandkids. I'm sure we'll manage to find it somewhere on our TV package or online.

Benjamin Bridge is located in Nova Scotia's Annapolis Valley. Best known for its sparkling wines, which are on the wine lists of a few Michelin-starred restaurants. Unfortunately they're one of the very few wineries here on the East Coast without a tasting room or scheduled tours.

I have no personal knowledge of the place, but Portland's reputed to have a rockin' restaurant scene.

...always a last resort, of course...

Okay, now you're just trolling us.

Two months would suffice for Atlantic Canada. The rest doesn't really matter. (ducks, runs...)

Truthfully, I can't recall the last time I actually used a recipe from a cookbook. Mostly I just read them for pleasure.

I acquired the same book in much the same way, except in my case I believe it was a thrift store find. Don't recall if I've ever opened it. I suppose I should, at some point...

As with anything else health/nutrition related, there are lots of studies with results that are all over the map. Fasting *does* appear to have some benefits re weight maintenance/loss and general healthfulness, though there's a lot of additional research to be done. Time of day is more variable...some studies suggested that skipping breakfast might be counter-productive, but more recent work indicates that eating/not eating breakfast is negligible as a factor in and of itself. Another line of research has looked at eating in the context of the body's circadian rhythms, and there's some grounds to believe that eating past early evening is broadly unhealthy and conduces to weight gain. None of this is really solid enough yet to justify a substantial rearrangement of one's personal life and eating pattern, to my mind, though if the 14-15 hour fasting rotation is a fit for the way you already live/eat then by all means have at it. (disclosure: I dislike late meals/heavy foods, but do snack on fruit, veg, cheese, etc. My GF, otoh, will pick listlessly all day and then eat three times her bodyweight just before bed)

Yeah, that's about right. At my home it would have been bacon instead of sausage (my dad wasn't keen on sausage) and homemade bread instead of toutons (because you can make a week's worth of bread at once, but toutons need to be fresh) and there would be maybe three fishcakes per plate and a lot more beans. Also a big pot of tea. This was at 4AM, mind you, before going down to the boat and going out to pull nets.

LOL That's what I grew up with, too. But the corned beef has to be the pasty, fatty canned kind.