Sunday Small Bites

A weekly roundup of tasty tidbits for your entertainment!

CBC featured this bit on Newfoundland’s Tiniest Pub–and nope, it’s not on George Street.

If you want to tickle your brain cells instead of your taste buds, there are great food-related quizzes over at Sporcle. Everything from Shakespeare’s Kitchen Quiz to Food in Song Lyrics to Foods That Are Red. Go have a look, but take a snack, you might be there awhile.

And the drink of the day, compliments of Marylou Hoffman Zimmerman. Marylou is a Facebook friend of mine who adores all things food, and has Newfoundland dogs that sniff out truffles for her in the spring, which I think is pretty amazing.
Elderflower Sipper: St. Germaine, homemade rose water, vodka, hibiscus lavender syrup and club soda make up her version of this summer sparkly cocktail.

Speaking of drinks, looks like disaster will be averted, as HuffPo reports there may not be a shortage of Prosecco after all!
This sparkling Italian wine is my go-to for special occasion toasting and by happy accident, we were served Kir Royales made with prosecco on Saturday night (how’s that for a segue?)

After our drinks, we sat down this wonderful supper made by a hostess claiming to have simple tastes.
Every bite was perfect, and I can’t recall enjoying a dinner so much in a very long time. Of course, that may also have had a lot to do with the company. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again–it doesn’t matter so much what’s on the table as who’s around it. In this case, it was the best of both!

Sunday Small Bites

A weekly roundup of tasty tidbits for your eatertainment!

In both the Glass Half Full and When Life Gives You Lemons categories:

After an especially long and arduous East Coast winter, my sister-in-law refuses to let a little of the leftover white stuff spoil a sunny day. Relaxing on her cabin deck in Birchy, Newfoundland, she uses the pristine snow as ice for her gin and tonic. Cheers Denise!

Ladies & Gentlemen, the “Swineapple“:

Pineapple, stuffed with pork ribs and wrapped in bacon–c’mon on, you know you want to try it! I know I will, and I’ll let you know how it goes.

And if you think the pressure’s on cooking for mere mortals, imagine cooking for royalty! Even anti-monarchists should find this behind the scenes account of a former royal chef interesting: A Palace Chef here!

Finally, this guy proves that not everyone is taking food too seriously. He’s ranked the 27 best Pop-Tart flavours–who knew there were that many? Now I want one…

A Cup of Tea


I love my nightly cup of tea, and it seems fitting to finish out National Poetry Writing Month with the same ritual I finish my day with. I can’t talk about tea without mention of Halifax’s Phil “Tea” Holmans. The proprietor of the World Tea House, Phil has a passion for tea that is unparalleled, and has just returned from travelling through Sri Lanka and India on his continuing tea journey. Find him on Facebook here.

Thank you all for reading along!

Water bubbles to a rolling boil
Pour slowly over leaves in pot
Steeping, familiar fragrance
filling air, filling cup
cradled in both hands
Warmth seeping through
Liquid love
with each


When Mom made homemade bread, as many Newfoundlanders did, there was always a bit of leftover dough that would be rolled into little buns and fried in butter. These tasty treats are called toutons, tiffens, or damper dogs, depending on what part of the province you’re from.

Touton Haiku

pillowy soft bun
outwardly browned, split sideways
slathered in butter

Mon Dieu! Fondue!

Inspiration for tonight’s verse comes from what’s on tv: Stage 1 of cycling’s Tour de Romandie. The Tour de Romandie is a six-stage race, passing through the French-speaking cantons of Switzerland, a country not exactly lacking in food culture. Cheese and chocolate, it’s all about the cheese and chocolate. I could go on for days about chocolate, so in the interest of limiting the babble (too late right?) it’s gonna be cheese–fondue, to be exact.

Mon Dieu! Fondue
Quivering fondue forks, laden with
Rustic peasant bread cubes sit poised
On the ceramic pot rim
Emmenthaler, Gruyere
Bubble, enticing.
Hurry up, and
take the

the Goops

liz feltham:

Only a few more days of poetic obligation left, as National Poetry Writing Month will soon give way to May. For today’s offering, we revisit a piece from the first year I took part in the challenge, before finishing out April with all-new works.

Originally posted on Food 4Thought:


The Goops is a book I fondly remember from my childhood, both for being one of the books I first recall reading and for the delightful sing-songy rhythm of the poems, that schooled children in the art of manners. I sure didn’t want to be a Goop!
From the original “Table Manners”:

The Goops they lick their fingers, And the Goops they lick their knives;
They spill their broth on the tablecloth– Oh, they lead disgusting lives!
The Goops they talk while eating, And loud and fast they chew;
And that is why I’m glad that I Am not a Goop–are you?

It occurred to me that this tale could do with an update, and not for children but for the deplorable lack of table manners in our current society, where the need to be connected all the time, ironically enough, causes us to be disconnected from real life.


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Ode to a Newfoundland Dog–For Rico

The Newfoundland Dog community is a small one, and the loss of a dog is felt throughout; such was the case this week as the Newf world learned of a shining star taken too soon. Rico was not my dog, and yet I knew him; as evidenced by the outpouring of love and sympathy from around the world, it’s clear a lot of folks feel that way. He was not our dog, and yet he was.

We know when we bring home a puppy that if things go as they should, we’ll be saying not just hello but goodbye. That’s the price we pay for their lifetime of love and joy; it doesn’t make it any easier knowing this, but still time does heal until we’re ready to welcome another beloved companion into our hearts.
This is for anyone who’s loved and lost an animal friend. We’ve all been there, and we will go there again, such are the rewards of opening our lives up to such companionship.

Ode to a Newfoundland Dog

His massive head is laid to rest
His massive heart, stilled, in his chest
And like his forebears gone before
Not just a dog, but so much more

With easy reach and steady grace
He held his standard’s pride of place
With soft expression, soulful eyes
Benevolence uncompromised

Faithful til his dying day
He broke the last command to ‘stay’
Called away, like those before
Not just a dog, but so much more

(c) liz feltham 2015

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Photo Credit: JCPD Photograpy

Photo Credit: JCPD Photograpy