Meringue Should Be Sliceable Dammit

Beneath the groves Where lemons yellow Where swaying shades of Green softly cast Lays a sweet sleeper Unbeknownst to the sun Lulled heedless and mild Into brief slumber Many of you asked me for the lemon tart recipe, so here it is. I assure you none of the parts are particularly difficult, but where there… Continue reading Meringue Should Be Sliceable Dammit

A Tea Cake of Favourite Things

At a mere 50 days in, 2020 has woken, kicking and screaming and setting all hell loose with the Australian wildfires, Hong Kong protests, and Wuhan coronavirus which make our little dark-room grown carrot president down in the States the least of our worries. For whatever reason, it is in these dark months that I… Continue reading A Tea Cake of Favourite Things

Whole Egg Pot de Crèmes

Food waste is the worst, and leftover egg whites stripped of their happy yolks are perhaps some of the most dejected forms of food waste one might unwittingly find in a kitchen. It feels so, so wrong to pour them down the drain, and let's drop the pretense - the very concept of an egg… Continue reading Whole Egg Pot de Crèmes

Rocha Pear and Candied Ginger White Chocolate Bars

Promised the recipe, so here it is. Not feeling particularly inspired to write today, but for some reason usually that's when the recipes I like the most sort of just...materialize. Blame this brain. I'll shell out for quality dark chocolate any day, but for white chocolate, I couldn't care less. So if the thought of… Continue reading Rocha Pear and Candied Ginger White Chocolate Bars

Coping with Disappointment

For various reasons, people tend to think I have my dumplings together. I am here to assure you of precisely the opposite. An inconvenient alternate hypothesis, you might say, and I would agree. I am not the smartest one in the room. I am not exceedingly gifted in any discernible fashion. I am not the… Continue reading Coping with Disappointment

Rhubarb and Mascarpone

I'm in a Starbucks, sitting at a window seat from which my field of vision spills out like the sun onto a lightly bleached lower Spadina. It's hard to believe the Thursday rain, the February pain. It feels, even if it's not the case, that summer's speaking. It just feels that way. But I still… Continue reading Rhubarb and Mascarpone