She, in her pastel yellow denim, positioned herself in such a way that the diffused sunlight scattered from the disco ball hung at the window swam surrealistically across her back. Her hair, like Ms. Frizzle's, hid from my line of vision, her profile. I then proceeded to lift, from my cake caddie, the boxed lid,… Continue reading Thunderstruck
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
Casually Pudding it Out
Last year, while in Montreal, I stumbled upon a little patisserie. The floorspace of that mignon location was (my eyes are searching for an appropriate comparison as I write this), no bigger than a couple of my dining room table's surface. It was quite astounding, really, the rate at which baguettes, boules, pain au chocolats,… Continue reading Casually Pudding it Out
Dude..
You'll laugh when I tell you this. I had a dream. Back in late October, so like seven months ago. And you know, in dreams, fantastical mash-ups happen. You end up sitting in public transit petting some queer hipster's siamese cat who stares at you and asks "How you doin'" and you answer that the… Continue reading Dude..
des fraises pour ma cherie
Fourteen years ago was the very first time I tasted ice cream. Before then I always had popsicles and shaved ice - all in the most traditional Taiwanese sweet flavours such as salted plum, duck egg, and longan muscovado. So you can imagine that late night, as my brother and I laid in our bunk… Continue reading des fraises pour ma cherie
She mutters
Last Friday, when I was spooning hummus (with my index finger), Magdalena made a fascinating remark. "If one day this girl breaks up with her boyfriend, instead of seeking comfort from a pail of ice cream, she'll be watching some chick-flick with a tub of hummus, which she would obviously make by herself." True. The… Continue reading She mutters
coco et cocoa 