DINE Magazine

1 week ago | dinemagazine.ca | Adam Waxman

Tassels dangle from a tightly woven dream catcher that gently sways in the breeze. “Do you know what a dream catcher is?” I ask my son. “Do you know where it comes from?” He gazes, wide-eyed, at the teardrop-shaped willow hoop; its web, gleaming as the sun sets through his bedroom window. I begin telling him stories of the Ojibwe nation, and the Anishinabek people that encompassed the Great Lakes.

1 week ago | dinemagazine.ca | Adam Waxman

Time was, local communities would pick up a stick and a ball, and play a primitive form of what would one day become the world’s most popular game. Baseball. But, contrary to popular belief, that historic 1839 game in Cooperstown, New York, wasn’t all that historic. It was preceded by an earlier recorded game. The year was 1838. The town was Beachville, Ontario. Two local teams from Zorra and North Oxford faced each other. It was June 4th. Militia Day. The baseball diamond was actually a square.

1 month ago | dinemagazine.ca | Adam Waxman

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” — Henry David ThoreauCanada is a wild country. I want to detach from the matrix and reconnect to something real, so I head north. And yet, whenever I’ve said, “I’m going up north for the weekend,” I’ve still been very much in the south. Ontario’s true north is a Texas-sized wilderness.

1 month ago | dinemagazine.ca | Sara Waxman

Every day is Mother’s Day. We are the original multitaskers, emotional support units, human search engines. We know where everything is. We have eyes in the back of our head. We know how to give warm hugs and unsolicited life advice that somehow always turns out to be right in the end. We have been there and done that. And while a “Thanks, Mom” is always appreciated, on this special day, we enjoy small tokens of recognition: hand-made, store-bought, a thoughtful activity, a nice visit.

1 month ago | dinemagazine.ca | Sara Waxman

Travelling and tasting my way through Italy to find the best of each of the iconic foods of land and sea is a challenge. Why does pasta taste better here than it does at home? Why is it more fun to drink a glass of wine at an outdoor cafe in Italy? Why does dinner at 10:00 in the evening seem perfectly normal? Veni, Vidi, Vici. In the famous Latin words of Caesar, “I came, I saw, I conquered.”THE PASTAThe romance of pasta began centuries ago when the Roman legions stored their grain here in Gragnano.