A fable for fall

Once upon a fall, a crow perched itself on the shoulder of a ginkgo tree. Its crown thinned as one by one its golden leaves fluttered free from their branch. Some found rest in the freshly frostbitten grasses below, others followed the wind to where even the crow could not see. "Foolish! Foolish! How utterly… Continue reading A fable for fall

Edamame Dofu

Fridge cleaning made me do it. Edamame Dofu If you are the type of human being who heaps a clump of pickled ginger onto your sushi, this will taste like nothing to you, so don't even bother. If you are a being of taste, read on. Edamame dofu falls into the branch family of pseudo… Continue reading Edamame Dofu

Seaspiracy – a broad stroke

Last night I watched Seaspiracy, a Netflix documentary I was a few months late to jump on, as I munched on dinner - a plate of stir fried Manila clams, dressed nostalgically in the green, red, and white of Thai basil, fresh chilies, and Ontario summer garlic. Before aggressively thumbing the "OK" on my remote,… Continue reading Seaspiracy – a broad stroke

On all sides

Feet planted on the side of twenty that rounds up to thirty, repose looks lavish and breathing feels like it's done six feet under water. When I'm in a crowd, I fear I say too much. When I'm alone, I'm afraid I have nothing to say. Self censorship is an unceasing drone of off-white noise… Continue reading On all sides

Fusion and Authenticity

Before I begin, please thank @nim_ds. She's the reason you all have access to this recipe, because she DM'd me and requested it. So just another reminder (shameless plug??), the recipes that make it onto Coco et Cocoa are a subset of the dishes I share on Instagram, and since neither IG nor C&C are… Continue reading Fusion and Authenticity

The irony of eel and cabbage

Sakura Ebi Okonomiyaki with Unagi and Truffle Aioli

At that age, I couldn't fully grasp the realities that strapped my mother. Parents shield their children from so much, don't they? But with what limited understanding I could wring from my observations, even this was obvious: in the months where the days were short and when the air breathed ice onto lawns, she had… Continue reading The irony of eel and cabbage