Here’s something interesting: impatience in life can lead you to a rock and a hard place. I’ve since learnt that the same occurs when one gives in to impatience in bread-baking.
Calmness settles in the after. It’s a soft, contemplative atmosphere I roost in. I gym, I stir quietly over the stove, I hum as I clean, I sip coffee and smile at strangers over my cafe breakfast. I revel in a sense of quiet accomplishment.Read more "November 18th: Let It Rain"
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.Read more "Mojo Pork and Cubanos ala Chef (2014)"
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"
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"
It was early spring in Montmartre, and the Parisian streets were still too cool to sit outside for too long, but perfect for dawdling inside the cafes along the gorgeously cobbled Rue des Abbesses.Read more "Madeleine, My Love"