I don’t know about you guys, but I find it virtually impossible to watch a movie about food and cooking and not immediately race to the kitchen after. Chef is definitely one of those movies.
Those days, my uncle would come home from work nearby for lunch. There was always a good, strong cup of sugared black coffee waiting for him in the fridge, and five-year-old-me figured out that if I stood by the fridge and waited for him, he’d let me have a few sips.Read more "An Ode to Coffee"
In the interest of covering my ass, I’d like to say that I’m in no way trying to disrespect or appropriate anyone’s culture – I just really like chicken soup. And while I have a few recipes for chicken soup up my sleeve, this is my current favourite!Read more "Not-So-Jewish Penicillin"
It makes no sense that a blogger should have to proclaim this at all, but here we are anyway: I’m a writer.Read more "Chocolate and Chill"
It’s true that we eat with our eyes before anything else. I myself have been guilty of that ever-Asian trend, and if you haven’t been made aware of it, Google ‘Asians taking pictures of Asians taking pictures of food’ and you’ll catch my drift.Read more "Impressions Matter"
I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten stuck in a cooking rut, but if you know me, you’ll know it means shit has hit the fan. I cook when I’m upset – it’s when I’m devastated that I can’t.
These past couple weeks? I couldn’t.Read more "Comfort Eating"
I’m generally not a fan of using food colouring. There’s something slightly off-putting about rainbow-swirled-everything, from bagels to Starbucks to cakes. It tends to feel a little overdone, in a way that has nothing to do with how pretty they look in pictures, and everything to do with the fact that I’m painfully aware it’s all colouring.Read more "Red, Luscious, and Velvety"