Tuesday 30 July 2013

Ice Cream Sandwiches at Bakerbots

There is a lot of choice in Toronto when it comes to forzen treats. There has always been the old standby Baskin Robbins ( I refuse to acknowledge the existence of Dairy Cream) but now the self-serve yogurt craze has taken over with Menchies and Yogurty's locations popping up like mushrooms. For me however, it is always worth saving yourself for the local gelateria or in this case, a hip bakery that also happens to make mind blowing ice-cream sandwiches:

Ice cream sandwich at Bakerbots on Delaware Ave.
London Fog Ice-cream in a Cocoa cookie.
Ice Cream Sandwich at Bakerbots on Delaware Ave.
Maple Bacon ice-cream in an "Everything" cookie.

Bakerbots is my new favourite place to get ice-cream. The price is right at $4 for a half sandwich (pictured above) and the homemade ice-creams are superb. The selection of flavours will keep you coming back to try all of them. There is a stout flavour that keeps eluding me. Well, it must be good if it's selling out. So far my favourite flavour is the London Fog because you can really taste the black tea and it's a very refreshing flavour.


Bakerbots is located at 205 Delaware Ave next to Ossington Station.




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Monday 29 July 2013

Taro


On May 31st my beautiful, amazing little cat Taro was found dead outside of my apartment building. It's a long story and each time I go through the details I relive the horror of that sunny and seemingly OK May morning. It was the worst thing I have ever seen (and you may laugh because it's not as if I've lived through a roadside bomb in a warzone) and the feeling was like repeated punches to my chest. I couldn't breath but somehow I was able to scream so loud that I had a sore throat for a few days afterwards. My downstairs neighbour helped me because I was a useless screaming wreck in pyjamas with sleep still in her eyes. Thank goodness for my wonderful neighbour I wouldn't have been able to get Taro into a box without her. The rest of that horrible day consisted of my brother and I digging a grave for Taro. We had to break up layers of ancient shale and the afternoon sun beat down on us hard but we got there in the end.

So I haven't updated this blog since then. I have eaten at many great places and taken photos at least half of them but as you can well understand each time I even think about this blog I think about Taro and my heart breaks. However, I am going to continue this blog because I have to. I can't crumble in defeat everytime something bad happens to me.




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