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Canada Day Warm Up: Ottawa Farmer's Market

It's a hot tamale today, so what better way to celebrate than to canoodle around the Ottawa Farmer's Market, which is held every Sunday at Brewer Park across from Carleton University? BTW, there are signs that say you can pay to park at Carleton University, but there's plenty of free parking around the fancy pants streets where professors spend our hard earned tuition dollars on run down, yet posh houses.

Today, we bought some hot sauce. This is Gord, the principal of Gordz Hot Sauce. We're spicing up tonight's dinner with Gordz Smokin' Chipotle, mixing it with maple syrup for our barbecued chicken!


And to cool off, we bought ourselves some strawberries to make Margaret Troyer's famous strawberry shortcake (recipe thanks to Scott's sister Jill). When we were growing up on the farm, we just put some sugar in the strawberries and ate them out of the bowl. The Troyers were fancier people than us.




Margaret Troyer's Delishus Shortcake

1 quart strawberries, sliced
1 cup sugar (I use a bit less)
1/2 cup shortening
2 cups all purpose flour
2 tablespoons sugar
3 teaspoons baking powder
i teaspoon salt
3/4 cup milk
Whipping Cream 
3 tablespoons sugar
1 tsp vanilla

Mix sliced strawberries with 1 cup (or less) sugar; let stand 1 hour.

Heat oven to 450.  Cut shortening into flour, 2 tbsp. sugar, the baking powder and salt until mixture resembles fine crumbs.  Stir in milk just until blended.  Gently smooth dough into a ball on lightly floured counter.  Knead 20 to 25 times.  Roll to 1/2 inch thickness; cut with floured 3 inch cutter/  (I use a small glass) Place abut I inch apart on ungreased cookie sheet. I stack them, one on top of another, so they're double deckers.

Bake until golden brown, 10 to 12 minutes.

Whip cream until stiff.  Add vanilla.  Just before serving, stir in 3 tbsp sugar.

To serve, split shortcake, top with cream and strawberries; add top of shortcake, and top with more cream and strawberries.  
 
On our way back from the Market, we saw these dudes playing cricket across from Ottawa Hospital, General Campus on Smyth Road. I swear, I could hear them chirping.
 
 
 
 

 

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