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Hellloooo from Toronto!!


Or, my new ‘hood Leslieville :)

Sister Sara took the bus with me from Ottawa yesterday and we immediately came to my neighbourhood and hit up a place called Ceili Cottage.


SO many good restaurants in my area, but we chose this place because Sara raved about their caesars.


Rimmed with seaweed!!

They had a lot of neat traditional fare, which varies day to day based on their weekly roast. Thursday’s special was a Peameal sandwich + salad.


With fresh Irish brown bread. OMG. So good.

We split the above sandwich and a smoked salmon plate. Salmon was freshly smoked too. I can see myself coming back here a lot!! Apparently they roast marshmallows sometimes??

Once our bellies were adequately full, we checked out the apartment situation. I came with only three suitcases and a sleeping bag, so my room is pretty bare at the moment.


Unfortunately the apartment wasn’t cleaned before we moved in, so it needed to be scrubbed down right away. More pictures to come once we get the place spic and span!!

Seeing as yesterday was Canada Day on top of moving day, drinks were in order!!


This GIANT beer is called the Leslieville Lager at Stratengers pub, although I’m told it may be Big Rock Amber or the likes. There was a lot of muscle contraction happening bringing that giant glass to my mouth.

I ordered an un-pictured salad (vegetables!!) but Sara ended up with something that was very  blog-worthy.


A gargantuan enchilada. Look at the cheese!! It was cah-razy. And wonderful. All at once. Check out Sara’s thumb in the back. She ate maybe a third of it. The rest is currently cheesing up our new fridge.


Yay! Sisters!! Sara has been so helpful throughout all of this. It’s not even worth going into because I won’t do her kindness any justice!!

Giant beers were followed by giant fireworks.

Fireworks must be watched on Canada Day. I think I missed them last year due to my job at the time. Happy to be here this year instead :)

We ended up going to bed too late, and were up too early. I’ve got a lovely cough happening right now which will hopefully be cured with a good night’s sleep tonight. I’ve been putting my poor body through quite the wringer lately!!

All hopes of running this morning were put aside. Sara and I rolled right from bed to the Leslieville Diner.


It’s everything a diner should be, from the endless coffee refills to the raspy-voiced waitress who knows everyone by first name.


You can’t go wrong with a $4.85 breakfast special. Yes, you could get egg whites, or fruit, or some other upgrade, but y’all know I really wanted the bacon and whole eggs.

Hey, at least I went fro whole wheat dry toast ;) And yes, I did eat all THREE eggs. It kept me full for 5 hours.

The lasting power was needed today, as Sara and I embarked on my first ever pilgrimage to IKEA.


The one-way trip required a bus, three subways, and a special IKEA shuttle to the store. Yes, a shuttle.


It was worth it though, we managed to get a mattress, bed frame, two small tables, two drawer units and a small bookshelf for a very very reasonable price.

I’m told any trip to IKEA must include a trip to its restaurant.


This was definitely an experience in itself. I of course had to try their famous Swedish meatballs.


Ummm, pretty frickin’ good!! I really liked the mild gravy on top, and the balls themselves were nicely spiced. I must say though, I still prefer making meatballs at home!!

Sara and I split the above, as well as the below…


Cinnamon rolls count as a meal carb… right?? Right?? :P Okay, this was so not necessary, but holymoly it was divine. My sister and I are self-proclaimed cinnamon roll and sticky bun connoisseurs, and this one definitely makes my Top 5. Lots of cinnamon sugar and super soft.

Currently, I’m drinking a DC (blame the hot weather and illness).


While blogging from what is likely to be my new favourite coffee shop.

Comfy chairs, good music and date squares the size of my hand. I have a feeling I’m going to like Toronto :)


Blogging will be sporadic until I get internet on Tuesday, but there are still more amazing blogger interviews to go up. Thank you so much for joining me on these last couple months of being a vagabond, I’m really excited to unpack my bags and set up a new life here. Now, if you don’t mind, I have an IKEA delivery due in 15 minutes ;)

Things I Learned The Month I Moved Away

I still get excited about little things, like when my Dairy-free (ish) Protein Pancakes make the Foodbuzz homepage.


Meditating at 5am is only fun when you’re not wishing you were asleep instead.

Protein before bed is the secret to waking up with no belly pouf (for me!). No matter how weird the combination may seem.

IMG_9160Cottage cheese, almond butter, sugar-free syrup, cinnamon. 


Soy protein powder, cocoa powder, stevia, vanilla extract, coconut, almond milk.

I am head over heels for yoga. Even though I curse myself for going during the sun salutations, I always leave with a dopey grin on my face.

Earthquakes happen in Ottawa!!

There is no sense in getting mad at myself for getting up at an ungodly hour to eat breakfast, then go back to bed. If it helps me sleep, so let it be.


I still have a lot to learn about this world.

I still have a lot to learn about myself.  

Bloggers are some of the best people I know.


I reallyreally like baking.

And I might even be good at it.

Not to mention, it makes for excellent therapy when I need to take a time-out from life.

I am a hopeless optimistic. I cling on to the idea that things will always work out in the end.

I’m kinda outdoorsy!!

I still don’t have a handle on how to deal with my anxiety disorder. I’m oblivious as to whether it’s something I can cure by finding the source of it, or if it’s something I’ll just need to manage for the rest of my life…

The Queen of England is just an 84-year-old woman who shouldn’t have to walk and shake people’s hands anymore. She should be doing old-people yoga with my Nana.


I left something in the mountains. I think I may have to go back and find it.


Even after living with someone for 10 years, sometimes you need to learn how to live with them all over again.

I’m thankful my family loves me enough to have me around :)


I am way more scared than I admit about moving to Toronto. Thankfully, I’m also a hopeless optimistic. Tonight, I zip up my suitcases for the last time, and tomorrow I will unpack them for good :)


Question of the Day: What did you learn in June?

**An unfortunate paragraph break in my last post may have led to a few incorrect e-mails. If you haven’t heard back from me yet on the July 11th Toronto blogger meet up send me another e-mail at:

Take that wordpress.




French toast with homemade soda bread.


Lots of leftover eggy bits on the side. The best parts.


Drenched in chemicals sugar-free syrup.

Pre-workout snack of champions.


When your mom says there’s bacon on the counter for you – you eat it. Even if you’re on your way out the door to the gym. Sure, the salt leaves you thirsty for the duration of your workout, but the protein/fat combo are magic energy boosters*

*results may vary


My last lunch with my dad. Our favourite restaurant was closed, so we opted for our second favourite.


They are known for their crepes, and we were sitting inches from the action in the kitchen.


But somehow, this Egyptian pizza caught my eye.


I swear the crust was made out of crepe. Dee-lightful.


When your Nana offers you homemade fudge, you don’t turn it down either.


This girl needs protein after a light-on-protein lunch. Some may call it a mix of soy protein powder, hot chocolate mix, and almond milk. I call it chocolate protein mousse :)


My last Maritime dinner with my mom. Appropriately, breaded haddock. I will miss the seafood here.


Eating up the last of the veggies in the fridge, wondering how my mom gets the pan potatoes perfectly crisp.



A light lifting workout. Don’t want to be sore for my travels tomorrow. Shout-out to Janetha who inspired me to do squats and lunges off a bosu ball. I suspect her balance is better than mine being a pro snowboarder and all. My childhood briefly flashed before my eyes mid-wobbly-squat.




My Nana’s artwork of the Restigouche river “up home.”


My set of keys. I am leaving the house and car behind, therefore no longer the owner of any key or keychain.


My 87-year-old grandmother has been packing and re-packing for a trip to Newfoundland for two weeks.


I pack for a trip across the country in two hours. Things are worsened by the fact that I am not returning, and won’t be reaching my final destination for another three weeks. A few tears and mental breakdowns later, I squeeze my zippers closed.




Dad. Cyclist. Peanut butter connoisseur. Smartest person I know.


Daughter and Mother. Mom and Nana. Strong women. Heroes. Hilarious. Make a good roast.


It’s been a bittersweet day. I love every moment I have spent living at home over the past month, and I hope to boomerang back again some day.

But for now it’s time to think ahead. I’ve got a mountain adventure ahead of me.

Guest posts are lined up, with a few updates expected on my end from higher altitudes.

In the meantime – be safe! And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! :P

See ya on the flip side!



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