It makes no sense that a blogger should have to proclaim this at all, but here we are anyway: I’m a writer.
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"
It’s an abstract sort of concept to grasp, the idea that it’s possible to hunger for the human touch. We’ve all felt it – to be sure, in different ways, but we’re all human, and to be human is to want the companionship of others like us.Read more "Skin Hunger"
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"
Otherwise known as Unscrambled Eggs.
First dates are filled with expectation and the excitement of the unknown. With the beloved perpetrator of this recipe, it was all bliss, all joy, and a full year of domestic, familiar affection.Read more "A First-Date Omelette"