Last weekend, I was at Tony's house making dinner. He subscribes to a vegetable box and has trouble eating the whole thing every week. This time he was stuck with a lot of kale and potatoes. Yep.
Also, on Friday, the breadmaker I ordered from the Internet arrived. I made bread and it was yummy. Two things to note:
1) I used the reviews on Amazon to choose the model. That was the first time I'd actually done that, and it worked out well; although, I did end up buying a more expensive model. At a store, the only signals are a list of features and a price; I would have never known the model I was considering rattled so loudly it would wake me up at 4 in the morning.
2) Completely unintentionally, everything in my bread, except for the water and salt, was imported from Canada. I even bought my canola oil from the hippie food co-op and my yeast and flour from the neighbourhood Big Organic outlet. (The flour was milled in Oregon, but used grain from "select farmers throughout Canada and the US" -- that is good enough for a blog post).
Maybe it is not so surprising. I see more of a bread culture back home. At a church potluck there would be crockpots of soup and chili and then plates full of sandwiches. In San Francisco, church potlucks might have a few dinner rolls if at all. At work, there is bread available, but rarely is it included in the main meal and never in the suggested servings.
According to the Canadian Wheat Board, Canadians consume 10% more flour than Americans; but maybe that is just all the Timbits eaten.