Hmm, Food.

Jealous Bitch Apple Lemon Curd Tart – A New Canadian Thanksgiving Tradition.

This isn’t a recipe post for an Apple Tart. Fuck that noise. You won’t be scrolling through a load of text to find a recipe for this lovely confection I made this afternoon to pseudo celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving (even though I no longer officially celebrate the holiday). Here is the NYTimes recipe that inspired meContinue reading “Jealous Bitch Apple Lemon Curd Tart – A New Canadian Thanksgiving Tradition.”

Pasta with Vodka Sauce.

Twenty years ago, nearly every Saturday night, my boyfriend and I would go to this Italian restaurant at 51st Street and Second Avenue for supper. It was cheap, by NYC standards. And I would almost always get the same things: Penne with Vodka Sauce. But after eating it every week for six months, I eventuallyContinue reading “Pasta with Vodka Sauce.”

An Herbal Tea Internal Scrubbing.

I love cilantro. Just like with many others… It tastes like soap to me. I love it though. It feels clean. And I like to think when I am eating it, it is balancing out whatever crap I have paired it with for a meal… Making it less destructive on me. But because I don’tContinue reading “An Herbal Tea Internal Scrubbing.”

And Always… A Side Of Roasted Broccoli.

I used to cook all of the time. Exageration. But usually three to four nights a week… An actual supper from scratch. Nowadays… Maybe once a week. It usually it happens on Sundays. But today felt like a Sunday, so I planned/shopped/cooked. Lamb Meatloaf. With a yogurt sauce and crispy potatoes. And, because I haveContinue reading “And Always… A Side Of Roasted Broccoli.”

I’ve Made Peace With Broccoli.

I’ve hated it my whole life. I’ve never understood people who love the taste of it. And until the age of about 42, I felt this way. Then I had to learn to tolerate it. It’s a power veggie. You eat two cups of it a day, and you’re knocking out a number of nutrientsContinue reading “I’ve Made Peace With Broccoli.”