
To kick off my Italian-free month of eating, I wanted to share a dish that’s become a favourite of mine in recent months. I’ve promised this one before and not delivered, so I thought it was high time that I shared the love. Read more…

To kick off my Italian-free month of eating, I wanted to share a dish that’s become a favourite of mine in recent months. I’ve promised this one before and not delivered, so I thought it was high time that I shared the love. Read more…

I first had Pad Thai on a snowy day in New York City about seven years ago. Andrew and I were visiting my cousins Jeff and Natasha (they of the fab Brooklyn shops UVA Wines and Whisk- I come from good foodie stock, don’t ya know) for a bit of pre-Christmas shopping and sightseeing. One evening, they took us for dinner at a Thai restaurant in the East Village, where I had my first bite of those tangy noodles, tossed with tender shrimp, chewy tofu and crunchy peanuts. Read more…

One of my Mum’s quirkiest habits is her tendency to want to provide for my sister and me, usually just before we’re about to part ways. Let’s be clear: when I say provide, I mean give us stuff, usually random things that we neither want nor ask for. Read more…

Much is made in the UK of curry being our national dish. Open the menu at any local pub, scan the contents page of a British food magazine, or switch on Saturday Kitchen and you’ll soon get the idea: we’re one curry-lovin’ nation. For my own part, I definitely eat more Indian, Pakistani and Bangladeshi-inspired foods than I did when I lived in Canada. In fact, good Indian food is one of the few things I miss sorely whenever I’m back home for an extended period of time. (When I’m here I miss Thai and Japanese foods- go figure.) Read more…

My Mum has a saying, one which should bring comfort to frustrated parents everywhere: “Picky eaters are just good cooks in the making”. Though this hasn’t been scientifically proven, it’s definitely proved accurate in the case of me and my sister, and indeed most of our cousins, too. Read more…

You know, it’s funny. For most of my life thus far, I’ve professed to be a hater of salads. I know, it’s difficult to imagine hating something as innocuous and unassuming as a salad. It wasn’t a passionate hatred; I’ve always happily munched of lettuce and veg (no dressing, please) after dinner with the rest of my family. But as something to spend time making? As something to get excited about? As something to actually pay for in a restaurant? Please, I had better things to eat. Read more…

Recently, I started a new part-time job. From now on I’ll be working 3-4 days a week at a local traiteur/caterer’s just around the corner from me. After nearly three years of shopping at this place and getting inspiration from their food, it only makes sense that I’m now working there. I think it’s likely that this blog set me apart from other applicants, too. You asked for foodies? I can give you that. Read more…

Don’t you love rediscovering an old favourite? Whether a book, old movie or cherished item of clothing, it’s always nice to stumble across our long-forgotten loves. That’s what happened this week in my kitchen, with (predictably) a recipe for (perhaps unpredictably) a stir-fry. Read more…

“We got beets!”
Does anyone else remember that Simpsons line? Marge and Lisa are coming home from the grocery store, and an enthusiastic Lisa calls this out to Homer and Bart? If I’m honest I don’t, but my friend Maya does, and used to say this for a random laugh back in highschool. (Much of our humour was Simpsons-related at the time.) I’m not sure why, but this particular line has stuck with me, and I can’t buy or cook beets without hearing Lisa/Maya’s voice in my head. Read more…

I always shop for food with the best of intentions: I want healthy, in-season produce with which to make new and interesting meals. Hopefully, these meals are both dinner-worthy and blog-worthy, but of course that isn’t always the case. Read more…