Food

Le Review: Power Snack by Navitas Naturals

by Reb Stevenson on April 27, 2012

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Because I get a lot of press releases and samples of new products, I’ve decided to do the odd review on here.

But not just any review. No way is my site turning into a vehicle for covert advertising.

I get absolutely bombarded with pitches. I don’t know how publicists get my email address, but they do. And it’s clear that many of them have NEVER visited my site, judging by the pitches. “Since you’re a business writer…” um, no. “Here’s a cake recipe for your Fourth of July party…” ditto.

The best was this week, when I got hit with not one but TWO releases about Tim Hortons, to which I had the pleasure of replying: “Thank you for the release, but I just did a trip where the goal was to AVOID Tim Hortons.” I’ve also asked Walmart point blank to stop sending me releases because I refuse to write about them.

All this is to say: I’m only reviewing products that are in line with my own personal philosophies, which tend to be: local, organic, natural, fun, travel-related, weird and/or just plain interesting to me. Trust me, I reject 95% of what is offered to me. I am not in it for “free stuff.” In fact, I abhor “free stuff” on principle it because I don’t need clutter!

What’s in it for you? I hope you occasionally spot something that you’d like to try out. I’ve definitely bought things I’ve seen on other blogs!

If you have any questions about the process or the relationship between bloggers and publicists/companies, please speak up. I’m all for honesty.

So, without further ado:

HARK, WHAT IS THIS? Blueberry Hemp Superfood Power Snacks by Navitas Naturals.

WHAT’S THE DAMAGE? One 8 oz bag is $8.99 on the Navitas website.

HOW DOES IT PROPOSE TO ROCK MY WORLD? This product will no doubt appease anyone with a restricted diet, because it’s:

  1. Gluten and dairy free
  2. High in fiber and Vitamin C
  3. Free of refined sugar, artificial colours and flavours
  4. Full of Omega fatty acids
  5. GMO free
  6. Vegan
  7. Made only with raw/organic ingredients
  8. No trans fats

INGREDIENTS:  Date paste, chia seeds, sunflower seeds, cashews, dried blueberries, sesame seeds, hemp powder, maca powder, lucuma powder, maqui powder, natural blueberry flavor, camu camu powder.

LOOKS: The bag is full of bite-sized snacks. They’re essentially lumps of nutrient-dense superfood. They look a bit like those no-bake chocolate cookies you see sometimes at Christmas, but do not be fooled (although there is also a “Cocao Goji” flavour). I think they’re a good size as you probably don’t want to eat a brownie-like portion.

TEXTURE: There is a respectable level of crunch going on in that little cube. The dates are a soft matrix for a flurry of seeds. I remember once I had a (very unhealthy, not to mention creepy and putrid-smelling) roommate refer to the cereal I was eating as “birdseed.” He’d probably call these “birdseed cookies.” Or worse. But screw him! Argh, unresolved roommate issues…

FLAVOUR: The taste is definitely blander than the snacks we’re used to, a.k.a. Type 2 Diabetes bullets such as, oh, say…Oreos. I doubt I’d find myself at the end credits of Survivor with an empty bag, having mindlessly consumed all of these in one sitting. That said, the blueberry flavour is very fresh and appealing and overall the flavour is good.

VERDICT: I wouldn’t feed these to someone who is predisposed to mocking health food. But, as far as a quick snack goes, they’re loaded with good stuff and are completely guilt free. They’re made by a great company, too. Not a bad idea to have a bag sitting in your cupboard, to defend the Kettle Chips from an unexpected and violent attack.

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Review: Ganong’s Chicken Bone Bark

by Reb Stevenson on March 2, 2012

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Occasionally, during my formative years, my mom would mutter a few words about eating chicken bones. And they were longing words. Hungry words.

It all sounded a little weird to me. But then again, my mom likes dulse. If you munch stinky seaweed, why not gnaw on poultry skeletons?

It wasn’t until I visited St Stephen, New Brunswick, that I finally encountered the bones in the flesh.

St. Stephen is home to the fantastic Chocolate Museum, educational home of Ganong and the only museum I know that gives away unlimited free chocolate to its visitors.

There, I learned that chicken bones are long, thin cinnamon candies pregnant with chocolate centres.

As I mentioned in this blog post, my late grandma was a hardcore New Brunswicker and, through her, my mom developed a chicken bone fetish. Chicken bones were in fact Ganong’s first signature candy wa-a-a-ay back in 1885. Since Ganong is Canada’s oldest candy company, I think that makes them an essential national service or something. FREE CHICKEN BONES FOR ALL CANADIANS, I SAY!!!

Ganong saw my travel story and took an interest in my interest (a girl keen on chocolate and candy? How curious!). Miracle of miracles, this resulted in a few new Ganong creations being sent my way, including single size Chicken Bone Indulgences and Chicken Bone Bark. It’s quite exciting to see what chocolate companies are developing!

Boy oh boy, was the dark chocolate bark ever good. It’s like a regular chicken bone, only the chocolate part is on steroids.

However, knowing that I was the third generation of my family to enjoy chicken bones, I was aware that my tastebuds may be skewed in favour of this particular confection.

So I enlisted the help of an individual with Québecois / British Columbian parentage.

Same result.

FREE CHICKEN BONE BARK FOR ALL CANADIANS, I SAY!!!!!

I think I would like to start doing posts on all of Canada’s old chocolate companies: Purdy’s, Rogers, Laura Secord…am I forgetting anyone?

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I Was a Teenage Slave on Applejack Orchard

by Reb Stevenson on February 27, 2012

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I received an email from a publicist earlier this month, declaring that “February is National Apple Month.”

While I tend to raise an eyebrow at these thematic “months” (can I declare that March is Baby Toe Month?), I couldn’t very well ignore APPLE MONTH!

Why? Because apples are a big deal to the Stevenson siblings, above (Jacob, Reb, Zach).

In 1985, Jack Stevenson (our dad) purchased a 5-acre plot of land in Parksville, B.C. with the intention of starting a commercial apple orchard. His ultimate goal was to quit teaching high school science (no more frog dissections? How could he?) and retire on a fruity fortune.

At first, it was known simply as “The Land,” but, realizing that this creative title may fail to entice hordes of hungry customers, my parents arrived at “Applejack Orchard” instead.

When the backhoes, hacksaws, nail files and other tools of destruction had done their thing, 2000 trees went in. We had 18 varieties in all, including Jonagold, Royal Gala, Empire and Cox’s Orange Pippin. Then the onerous jobs began. Over the years, these included glamorous activities such as:

  • “Rock picking” – plucking rocks of assorted sizes out of the ground with your bare hands and tossing them onto a mother pile
  • Drip emitter weeding – liberating the irrigation system from a weedy embrace
  • Spreading fertilizer – using a wheelbarrow and empty yogurt container
  • Spreading sawdust – using a wheelbarrow and a man-size shovel
  • Apres-pruning – gathering twice as many twigs as your body mass and dragging them up the orchard like some kind of spiny monster

Then there was the apple harvest itself, the highlight of which was getting through a session without unwittingly grabbing an apple that had a wasp burrowed into a hole on the posterior side of the fruit.

Our parents didn’t spare us, even though we probably had a legal right to resist forced employment. Of course we’d have preferred to play Super Mario 3 all day long, but we had to defend the family honour!

Also, we got paid a small wage and this was crucial. If I wanted the Young Guns 2 soundtrack on high tech cassette tape (not saying I did………..), I had to pick apples for hours. Zach, in a weaker moment, even struck a deal to shovel sawdust for individual baseball cards.

Sometime after I left for university, disease destroyed Applejack Orchard. But I am so grateful for the experience.

Whenever I look at apples (good, organic apples…not waxy McIntoshes. Never waxy McIntoshes), I’m reminded that they taught me the following:

  • that physical labour, in the fresh air, feeds the human spirit
  • that the soil is incredibly bountiful
  • that russet apples, though ugly as sin, are the best tasting
  • that you have to work for money
  • that my dad is a very dedicated and enterprising man
  • that Billy The Kid was shot down….in a blaze of glory

Furthermore, and perhaps most importantly, it taught me to not fear scab. Seriously people, just bite right into that crap.

In remembrance of Applejack Orchard, here are a few recipes that the BC Tree Fruits has graciously shared with us.

I just made this delicious Apple Fruit Stew with Vanilla Essence (my pic shown above). It’s great with ice cream or yogurt, or on its own.

These Apple Breakfast Bars also look yummy, but Thai Peanut Dip definitely triumphs in the “weird things to do with apples” category.

If you have a favourite apple recipe, I’d love to hear about it!

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