Chris and I haven’t been out on a date in, oh, sixty years or so? I mean, give or take. It was clearly time to bust out of that rut with some ye olde romantic country brunch action.
I recently had the pleasure of meeting lovely Miriam, who runs the Mad Maple Inn with her husband (he’s in the photo above!) near the town of Creemore. It’s the most gorgeous little bed + breakfast spot and I was dying to try their food – which was both delicious and charming and exceeded all expectations.
We feasted on farm-fresh egg frittata, homemade sausage patties, yogurt with plum crumble parfait, just-pressed apple cider, mini scones with strawberry jam, potatoes sautéed in more butter than might be actually legal… I could go on. Clearly we tucked in quicker than I could whip out my camera.
Everything was served on beautiful vintage dishware and wooden boards, with herbs and edible flowers and the whole nine yards. We had the most perfect, relaxing meal.
Afterwards we took a little walk around the property to see their chickens and vegetable garden and wildflowers. Note that at this stage in the pregnancy I can only be shot from a distance of 100 yards (much like a wild game animal).
Mutual admiration society: I coveted the chicken’s hairdo’s while they checked out my vintage boots. Caramel brown for fall, folks.
No really — how’s my hair?