why am I always in a curry..

Two weeks into university and the new people I'm meeting have already thrown at me a  stupefying sum of questions. What's your name? Jen, but you can call me Ann, whichever works. Why did you choose this program? Well, for the longest time I wanted to be a plastic surgeon, but then one day Jesus… Continue reading why am I always in a curry..

Two Baos in a Steamer

Home sweet home - where my mother's banana bread, bedside tales, and tender prayers dwell - I have decided, will not cease to exist because I moved 4,275 km from where I've spent the past ten years of my life. Just as Matthew 18:20 says: "Where two or three gather in my name, there am I with… Continue reading Two Baos in a Steamer

Tierce de Picanterie

Recently I've been noticing the simmering of a modern phenomenon, one that bubbles up against convention, and one that, truthfully spoken, makes me quite simultaneously pleased and bereaved. This new truth of the era cries out "good cooks are not the pudgy ones you'd imagine". Yes, sure, with the dawn of refined sugar and mass… Continue reading Tierce de Picanterie

Some Sage Advice

Whether it's the strokes of color representing specific flavours that streak across my mind when I "see" certain flavour combinations or something as straight forward as smelling the steam wafting lazily up from a finished dish, I think, flavour has to do with instinct and chemistry. Like people, food has its own invisible forces of abstract attraction… Continue reading Some Sage Advice

Still a Wonder

Whenever I think of comfort food, I can never wander far from bread. Just think peanut butter banana sandwiches (actually just any classic sandwich!), grilled cheese, and stuffing...oh, then french toast, croutons on clam chowder, garlic bread - the list goes on. There's just something relieving about sinking one's teeth (maybe first past a toasted golden… Continue reading Still a Wonder

Green Fronds and White Froth

While my (somewhat) equals hop into re-done cars with muscle-top apes, I retreat to my favourite shops and market in the more quiet extremes of town. Bruce's country market down by the riverside sits on the skirt fringe of my small enough gem-of-a-town Maple Ridge. It's also my salmon place. Yes, I'm a B. C. girl… Continue reading Green Fronds and White Froth