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Their own appeal
I am of an age that I can remember when ranch dressing became a thing. I was a kid when it appeared on menus as the alternative to onion dip, and so much fancier than my beloved Thousand Island on...
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Worth the trouble
I went back and forth on whether or not I should write about these rhubarb Danishes. The trouble is, they're fussy. The dough requires a start the night before you want to bake, and so does macerating...
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At the brink
Things you might not know about me, arranged in no particular order:I'm not tall. You might say I'm short. I make terrible, terrifyingly-bad coffee. I named my childhood dog after a chocolate bar. His...
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I'm strongly considering
I'm going to get straight to the point, because the point here is peaches, and as of my count taken at 2:27 p.m. on Monday, August 5, I've had two servings of said peaches. I'm strongly considering a...
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The last sprint
Hello, hello! I'm home from some days in Montréal, and doing my best to keep up with the pace of this last sprint of summer. I've got tales from our time away, a book I think we should discuss, and a...
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Arms wide, big grins
Friends, I'm writing a book. I wanted to keep this business under wraps until I was sure it was really, truly, real. And now, it is. In the spring of 2015, around the ten-year anniversary of this site,...
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With such light
My parents gave us our kitchen table. Or maybe it's a loan. We've never worked out the details.Either way, it is a table that's been around since I was a kid. The seat of one of the chairs bears...
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The takeaway
Good friends, recently back from a trip to Greece and Turkey, had us over for dinner last Saturday night. In Istanbul they took a cooking class, and the night's menu took largely from that. After a...
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Another bean
It's a repeat declaration, but I'm crazy for baked beans. They needn't always be homemade; I am sufficiently happy with tinned. To me, their ketchup-y sweetness is camping trips and student days and...
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Shoulders straight
Sneaking in for lunch, to serve up a soupish risotto that we had on Saturday, when my parents and nephew came for a visit. I see now I could have, and probably should have, scooted another bowl into...
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That has my attention
I'm running terribly, terribly late.It's a recent tendency of mine. I was almost late for a holiday get together of my own organizing, and I'm regularly the last one up in the mornings. I'm not proud....
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Doesn't look like much
In my family, the equivalent to "when I was young, I walked to school through three feet of snow .. uphill — both ways!" is the distance it used to take to buy cilantro (though we call it dhanya).If...
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That far yet
I spent the weekend hibernating in a book-writing cave located in Montréal, disguised as a hotel. (The cave was disguised, not me. And the cave metaphor, perfect in every way, belongs to Molly, not...
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Not what was expected
You may have noticed the snazzy button on the left. I'm honoured to be nominated for a Best Food Blog Award from Saveur Magazine, in the category of Best Cooking Blog. If you'd like to vote, please...
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An exceptional one
When I sat down to give one last read to this post on Molly Wizenberg's new book, Delancey: A Man, a Woman, a Restaurant, a Marriage, I did what one does when it's time to really focus. I checked...
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Crazy excited - Storytelling Workshop October 2014
Hello, hello! It's been a while, I know. Believe me, I know. I've been lost in book land, and the route back was a long road. I've not forgotten that we were to talk about storytelling, and this whole...
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Is appreciated
All apologies for the limited photo evidence of this cherry and blueberry buckle. Considering it was deemed sufficiently cooled at the precise start of overtime play of the World Cup semifinal between...
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To Spend Time
About two weeks ago I walked out on a pier that stretches into Lake Ontario. That pier runs parallel to another one, one that crops out from the edge of the neighbourhood where I grew up. It was a grey...
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Any excuse
I have talked before about how this whole writing business is generally solitary.The independent work is often freeing; the singularity clears distraction. It can allow that cerebral space to isolate...
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I'm looking forward to it (+ a giveaway)
There are many reasons why I could never be a photojournalist. Chief among them being that when I travel, I regularly forget to take many photos.Case in point, when I went to Seattle at the end of...
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