It was our first dinner party in Quito. In fact, we had the dinner as a way of thanking the family who had found us the apartment. We had been so caught up in the madness of getting a visa that we hadn’t had time to properly thank them.… continue reading
“We love you like we love lemons.” So said a card to a very special family we said goodbye to in Mexico; a family we had bonded with for their sense of humor, their sense of balance, and their sense of good food.… continue reading
On Sunday we had a few friends over for lunch. Among them was a shy 13 year old girl who came earlier than the others to help me get everything ready. I had planned a foolproof meal: tacos.… continue reading
Two women walk into a store. One is polished, manicured, decked in high heels and weighed down (gracefully) by several carrier bags. She walks into the store, her air of confidence wafting in with greater presence than a surging gust of wind.… continue reading
As I was putting together an assortment of snacks for an evening’s gathering, I got to thinking about the first time I made my own hummus.
It was a cold winter’s day in Montreal.… continue reading
The first thing I ever learned to make was chocolate chip cookies. I know this to be true, because upon enrolling in the first grade at Havelock Elementary, every time a classmate would ask me why I had not been with them in kindergarten, I would confidently answer, “I preferred staying home with my mother and baking cookies.”
It was a simple answer, met with puzzled expressions.… continue reading
Do you ever get a wild craving that grips you suddenly and refuses to leave? It might have been the smell of a nearby fryer that subconsciously made your mind drift to an image of fried chicken you just couldn’t shake.… continue reading
There is a person whose profession invokes ripples of fear through the bodies of people everywhere, young and old alike. A person who sends out evil reminders of their presence in your life.… continue reading
inspired by Felicity Cloake’s perfect shortbread
Books. Do you like books? I like books. I cannot say that I devour everything out there. The truth is my book cravings come in bouts and waves.… continue reading
I am a bad wife. Well, I am a good wife. Like when I’m serving dinner and I give Mat the better looking plate. Or when I am splitting an ice cream sandwich to share and I give him the bigger piece.… continue reading