Vomit Stop Number One

We made it home from Nova Scotia, but not without the driving getting to me, by way of my brain. The trip took a little longer than normal, because we took some detours–to St.-Georges-de-Cacouna, to Old Town Quebec City–to do research for a food article that I'm writing. I learned, the hard way, that food writing and long distance travel with small children don't really mix. Kids aren't ideal taste testers. They don't care whether the chocolate gelato they're eating is imbued with hazelnut. All they care about is the sick feeling it produces in their bellies once they return to the car. Oy vey! Pictured above, Anne and Esme at Vomit Stop Number One, outside of Truro.