I love Saturday mornings in Toronto, I like to get up early and wander around town food shopping. I’m one of those people who buys food in about ten different places. Mostly because I’m cheap, so I know I can get bulk quinoa in Kensington at one shop but my favourite dried black beans are in another shop. It seems that it would be tedious but it’s my favourite part of the week.
Today I decided I should buy meat, but after reading Eating Animals, I have committed to trying to eat the most ethically raised, organic meat when I have access to it – like when in Toronto. It’s so much more expensive but it just means I eat less meat and more beans which is good for my health and the environment.
So on todays jaunt I headed to a great organic butcher shop, The Healthy Butcher, to buy chicken bones for stock and some meat. As I was waiting for my order I found pavé.
I had to have it. I rationalized that I would write about it so it was worth the decadence.
And oh it was.
Pavé is a French term that means cobblestone but traditionally is also a French dessert with layers of cream and spongecake. I’m sure it’s delicious but it cannot compare to what I just ate, like thinly scalloped potatoes but better.
If you ever come across a potato pavé with bacon on top you MUST get it.