Dominique Dupuis from L'Armoire du Haut - Montreal's best healthy cooking classes
www.larmoireduhaut.com
514-678-4075
Dominique Dupuis of L'Armoire du Haut offers the best healthy cooking classes in Montreal:
Que la vie est belle! Je suis une passionnée et c’est un bonheur de
pouvoir faire ce que j'aime le plus au monde et de partager avec vous
une cuisine innovante, colorée, harmonieuse et surtout santé! Diplômée
en technique de diététique je me suis, par goût et par conviction, tout
naturellement dirigée vers la cuisine végétarienne et les cuisines du
monde. Lors de mes nombreux voyages partout sur la planète, j’ai
poursuivi ma formation en prenant des cours de cuisine. Conférencière
sur des thèmes aussi variés que «J'pars en appart» ou «Comment avoir un
garde-manger en santé» ou professeure de cuisine au Centre communautaire
de HoMa avec «La cuisine santé économique», j’apprécie le contact
direct avec les gens. Très versatile et pas du tout dogmatique dans ma
vision de l’alimentation je prends plaisir à échanger et suis persuadée
qu’il y a toujours place à l’amélioration et la nouveauté.
La santé de la planète passe par l’alimentation de ses habitants.
- Dominique Dupuis
*****
Cooking class, Montreal healthy eating, learn to cook healthy foods, vegetarian, vegan, raw vegan, Indian, Thai, Sri Lankan, Asian. Cours de cuisine, cours de cuisine santé Montréal, végétarien, végétalien, cru, Indienne, Tahilandaise, Sri Lanka, Asiatique.
An observation of a Montreal scene in 2005
At the corner of Ste Catherine and Creescent sits an Energie Cardio ‘Select’ and a Burger King. They are on the South side of Ste Catherine, separated by Crescent. Both have entrances on the ground floor. Both have large windows facing each other. Burger eaters can watch cardio raisers and sweating exercisers see cigarettes enjoyed with large cups of coffee. The street is reality, the upper floor an escape. The upstairs of the Burger King is filled with smokers eating hamburgers and drinking coffee financed by the generous spare-change offerings of passerby on the street. The upstairs is a refuge from the tough face of the reality of –20 degree weather waiting outside. Stories are traded, alliances are made and warmth is savoured. These people are going nowhere, except back out to the street in search of more spare change.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Getting stoned.”
“That girl come up to me and tells me she’s pregnant! (big laugh) She wanna have my baby…I can just see it now. That baby, when it comes out, a big smile with my big tooth missing.”
Across the street, a nubile young woman strikes an enticing pose on her workout ball. Her tight underwear visible through her tight yoga-style pants.
Fit.
Serious.
Sweating.
Muscular.
New shoes.
Inside the Burger King, a hand slaps the table as a bearded wheezing man laughs heartily and coughs loudly, emitting a cloud of smoke from the deepest depth of his lungs.
Laughing.
Unkempt.
Scruffy.
Toothless.
Bad shoes.
Each world is oblivious to the other, yet for each, this is an escape.
Through the smoke and din of rowdy stories I see the folks at Energie Cardio stare blankly into up-to-the-minute headline news and stock quotes on TV screens suspended over the front of their treadmills. It’s like a carrot suspended over the head of a rabbit. The rabbit never gets the carrot but continues to run forward in hopes of a tasty treat. Intermittently, a highlight from an NBA game is celebrated with two guys giving each other a big high five. A fist punches the air as a game winning three-pointer hits its mark. A fit woman steps of the stairmaster and slams a specially-formulated electrolyte-replacing drink. The coordinated exercise class stares themselves intently in the mirror as they complete a maneuver using large rubber balls in unison. A heart-rate is checked, a towel wipes down a stationary bike.
“She ain’t pregnant, she just going through menopause.”
“She ain’t pregnant, you shooting blanks!”
The men coffee-drinkers high five each other.
“Yeah, blanks all right: blank bullets.”
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Getting stoned.”
“That girl come up to me and tells me she’s pregnant! (big laugh) She wanna have my baby…I can just see it now. That baby, when it comes out, a big smile with my big tooth missing.”
Across the street, a nubile young woman strikes an enticing pose on her workout ball. Her tight underwear visible through her tight yoga-style pants.
Fit.
Serious.
Sweating.
Muscular.
New shoes.
Inside the Burger King, a hand slaps the table as a bearded wheezing man laughs heartily and coughs loudly, emitting a cloud of smoke from the deepest depth of his lungs.
Laughing.
Unkempt.
Scruffy.
Toothless.
Bad shoes.
Each world is oblivious to the other, yet for each, this is an escape.
Through the smoke and din of rowdy stories I see the folks at Energie Cardio stare blankly into up-to-the-minute headline news and stock quotes on TV screens suspended over the front of their treadmills. It’s like a carrot suspended over the head of a rabbit. The rabbit never gets the carrot but continues to run forward in hopes of a tasty treat. Intermittently, a highlight from an NBA game is celebrated with two guys giving each other a big high five. A fist punches the air as a game winning three-pointer hits its mark. A fit woman steps of the stairmaster and slams a specially-formulated electrolyte-replacing drink. The coordinated exercise class stares themselves intently in the mirror as they complete a maneuver using large rubber balls in unison. A heart-rate is checked, a towel wipes down a stationary bike.
“She ain’t pregnant, she just going through menopause.”
“She ain’t pregnant, you shooting blanks!”
The men coffee-drinkers high five each other.
“Yeah, blanks all right: blank bullets.”
Revello Equipped by DJ Dancefloor
This video is pretty self explanatory. We don't know who these guys are, and it's really awesome to be Revello Equipped.
Beat Generation by DJ Dancefloor
This is near Pense Saskatchewan. I made the song on my laptop somewhere. Probably over a bowl of cereal at our place in Montreal. Don't miss the truck!
Snow Fence by DJ Dancefloor
I find snow removal to be utterly fascinating. Maybe because I grew up in a place where snow removal meant turning on the garden hose and washing the snow away, but maybe not. Montreal gets rocked with snow, and then these magical snow removal elves come out in their flashing disco light trucks and whisk it all away, at night.
1991 by DJ Dancefloor
This song goes out to all overweight glasses-clad Japanese men in overalls who've ever fallen off a fence because they were so excited about the prospect of a bowl of steaming hot noodles, from Hokkaido! A staple of my diet for most of the 90s, and you'd be hard pressed to find a kid who lived in Vancouver in 1991 who doesn't know this commercial by heart. When I was a kid our neighbor Mitch's mom was Japanese and she said she remembered this ad from her childhood in Japan. So safe bet it's been playing i some form or another for about 40 years now. Being only 15 seconds long, the commercial always played twice in a row to make sure you'd never miss out on all the good parts. The original is in the previous blog post here. Thanks Japan!
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