Swipe left

In essence, smart tech enables us to swipe left on life. A couple of weeks ago, I was driving to Toronto with a close friend and fellow blogger, Helena (who happens to be coming over for dinner tonight to save me from drowning in the beautiful abundance from Henceforth Farm). And as the stifling Torontonian… Continue reading Swipe left

The Bottom Line

"Definitions look good only in ink on paper, for midterms, thus implicitly are useless for life in general." These days, between fires in a barrage of assignments, midterms, and projects I've been burying myself (and possibly my responsibilities) beneath a commendable mound of food literature and documentaries, two of which include Anthony Bourdain's Layover on Netflix,… Continue reading The Bottom Line

Recipe Only: Pan Seared Trout with Pickled Fennel, Grapefruit, and Mustard Creme Fraiche

Today I had a grilled salmon salad with a few of my colleagues at a harbourfront restaurant. It had a small mountain of sweet and bitter lettuces of various textures tossed in a balsamic vinaigrette, a small mound of diced tomatoes, a few spears of smoky charred asparagus, and a haystack of crispy shoestring potatoes… Continue reading Recipe Only: Pan Seared Trout with Pickled Fennel, Grapefruit, and Mustard Creme Fraiche

Two and Fifteen Gifts

Where I am, the high tops of conifers are draped underneath a veil of fog just thin enough for a few branches to poke through. The ground is missing the crisp touch of frost, and is instead drenched in a blanket of condensation to be lifted once the day begins. This is not quite the… Continue reading Two and Fifteen Gifts

Caught

Like everyone, I use filters. Oh how we adore them. We filter our lives through Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. It's fantastic - it's like Sephora, except not just for the female visage - it's for everyone's cyber avatar (which could arguably be a disturbingly independent, distinct identity from its owner). But filtering is more than selectively publishing life… Continue reading Caught

#heaven

If I asked you about your day, I wonder if these words come to mind: tough, bitter, disappointing, grey, crushing and, despite the jeering irony, empty? Do the fleeting shadow of brighter days past haunt your dreams of tomorrow? What if I told you that there is something lacking in all of us. An imperfection… Continue reading #heaven