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Eat | Drink | Cheap Episode 33 – Apples

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Harvest time is upon us! Simon and Shawn dive deep into the history and varieties of mankind’s oldest cultivated fruit. 

Questions, comments or corrections? Hit us up at email@eatdrinkcheap.ca

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Music by John Palmer

Show notes and Shout Outs:

Alton Brown’s Pickled Watermelon Rinds: https://altonbrown.com/recipes/watermelon-rind-pickles/

Kingfisher Resort and Spa: https://www.kingfisherspa.com/spa-hydropath/?gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAjw-KipBhBtEiwAWjgwrEhz0um-MELzrEren1IdN23jf-DCL7UGaSwc9ohjqb0EIwBeHr2ltBoC9qgQAvD_BwE

A History of The Apple: https://newint.org/features/1990/10/05/simply

Tart Tatin: https://newyork.consulfrance.org/recipe-of-the-month-tarte-tatin

Joy of Cooking: https://www.amazon.ca/Joy-Cooking-Fully-Revised-Updated/dp/1501169718

Squishy buns!!!

Oyster Mushrooms

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OysterIn the fertile forests surrounding Cumberland there is a special spot, just a couple ‘o yards from their famous mountain biking trails (hint: just across the bridge and to the left) that so many of us crankjobs fly past without a second glance. In this dank little oasis, tucked away under salal bushes is a rotten old alder tree (nearly 15 meters long and god knows how long dead) that houses a secret, edible ecosystem.

Twice a year (once in the spring and later on in the autumn) this fallen titan sprouts hundred upon hundreds of snow white fungal tongues that quickly grow into families of winged oyster mushrooms. When in full bloom the tree is nearly covered in fungus and can be spotted from much farther away… Luckily for me no one is venturing that far off the trails. These guys are all mine!

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Gone To Seed

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Gone To Seed1“Still alive I am.
At the end of a long dream.
On my journey,
fall of an Autumn day.”

–          Matsuo Bashō, The records of a weather-exposed skeleton (1684)

I sit in my living room, coffee in hand with the fire from the wood stove sputtering and popping behind me, toasty and content, while outside my austere little zen garden shivers and rots in the autumn frost…  It’s all gone to seed. Read More