Fresh veggies to snack on. The freshly-picked beans from Brooklands farm were particularly delicious.

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Ivy Ackerman introduces the farm. On our tour, we find wild amaranth in the field.

On our way in, I had hoped to get some super-fresh corn to bring home, but alas, that was not to be. The sign for the farm indicated that they were all out. Maybe the prescription viagra'>prescription viagra bears ate them (the downed stalks were due to thirsty ursines). However, on our walk about the farm, I did get to eat corn that was only seconds off the stalk. I was nearly dancing with delight as Ken handed me the silk-wrapped treasure. I hastily peeled back the husk. With a satisfying crunch, my teeth sank into kernels that burst with flavour and sweetness. We were told that usually corn is sweetest when picked in the morning. I can attest that corn plucked at 6pm is still delicious.

After feeding some chickens their dinner, we returned to the house and sorted ourselves around the long country table for our own meal. The boys from Barque Smokehouse had trekked up from Toronto to http://www.thegreatdisplaycompany.com/generic-form-of-viagra cater the evening. I’d seen them in the kitchen and by the only here levitra professional no prescription grill outside when I’d arrived, and finally I would get to taste what I could only smell earlier.

The smoked duck taco with crispy chicken skins. One of my favourites from the evening.

Smoked asparagus for later. Enjoyed the combination of flavours of the Ontario smoked peach caprese.

Of course our beer pairings were provided by Muskoka Brewery. I quite enjoyed the ale.

Lots & lots of generic cialis next day delivery honey-garlic bourbon burnt ends! Smoked shrimps and bay scallops with individually served dipping sauces of smoked habanero and salsa verde.

What Barque does best: bbq! Brisket, smoked “bama” ribs, smoked chicken, cuban corn, and asparagus.

For dessert, we had two kinds of pie: bourbon pecan (accompanied by smoked & charred pineapple) from the Barque boys, and a raspberry pie from Tastebuds in Gravenhurst (Ivy’s favourite pie). Over the course of the evening, company had been enjoyable and food plentiful. I was deliciously replete. But the evening was still young and hwato.nl so we all headed out to the fire pit. Fellow dining companion, Justin Rutledge, pulled out his guitar and we sat around listening to him sing, as well as singing along. People leaned back, warmed by the fire, and just enjoyed the evening. All the while, marshmallows were toasting up near glowing embers and delicious blueberry donuts (another of Ivy’s local favourites) were consumed.

The clouds across the http://retorik.com/mexican-rx-cialis-low-price night sky framed a glowing moon; the stars were present, but muted in a blanket of blue. The ground still held onto the day’s warmth and the wind was yet still balmy. Strains of song floated softly in air as we prepared for the trip home. It felt like what summer camp would be like as things come to a close; knowing that summer was drawing to an end and squeezing every last bit of wow)) cheap prescription levitra sun and fire and song out of the night. A really lovely evening that I didn’t want to end.