I come bearing goods… baked goods. Finally, she bakes!
An unfortunate member of the medical community far in the outskirts of the GTA did his best to crush my spirit last week. Luckily, it wasn’t my first time to the picnic – I am certain that my mix of sarcasm and sunshine will set me right as rain any day now. As a result, I haven’t been able to find quite the right words to describe this humble French classic to you all. Hopefully these will do…
Hell. It’s been hot here in the T DOT!
I recently was reminded that once you’ve lived on the West Coast it really sticks to your soul. With its haunting beauty and warm people, it is a wonder how I manage to throw myself back on a plane. Although I returned home with a swatch of Pike’s Place finest smoked salmon, I can’t seem to get the bean off my brain. Maybe I can beg off a coffee care package? Until then, I plug away at my pursuit of chilled bevvies.
There comes a time when you need take
stock stalk of a situation. Literally.
In a sense, the robust rhubarb sums up my situation in life at the moment quite nicely. It’s sweet, sour, sturdy and in my humble opinion – adaptable. And so it offers a pretty decent example of how to make it within the confines of Ontario; from urban jungle to the Northern wilderness.
complete double rainbow – hippie festival
It is my hope that this blog will ultimately be a great expression of joy.
Although life and the universe has a funny way of cloaking our moments of happiness with the great unexpected. Food can always provide a comforting note or a firm hand of healing or a sense of grandeur tailored to nearly every moment life throws our way. Whether great or small, simple or contrived – food sees us through the familiar and unchartered territories.