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

Ube Cheesecake

Ube Cheesecake with Toasted Coconut Crust and Blackberries

Quickie post today, recipe only. Ube Cheesecake with Toasted Coconut Crust and Blackberries Makes a moderately tall, 9-inch cake - serves 12 Toasted Coconut Crust: 1 c unsweetened dessicated coconut 1 sleeve Maria biscuits, roughly broken up 1/3 c coconut oil, melted In a skillet, stir the coconut over medium heat until golden, crisp, and… Continue reading Ube Cheesecake

Equal and Distinct

It's been a while since I last posted, so forgive me if my words seem a little rusty. And no, I haven't forgotten the whole debate thing, but when I have a recipe that really excites me, I don't want any distraction - I just want to get it on the table.   As many… Continue reading Equal and Distinct

A Slice of American Pie

America's large, loud trumpet that is Trump knows only one tune: "Wrong." The following is an excerpt from his speech on trade, corrected by me so that it actually addresses trade. "We allowed foreign countries to subsidize their goods, devalue their currencies, violate their agreements and cheat in every way imaginable, and our politicians did… Continue reading A Slice of American Pie

Bittersalt

My mother speaks the language of flowers. Put a few fresh stems in her hands, and her eyes will light up behind her lashes like the morning sun - warm and sparkling between tall slender blades of grass. "Orchids like to talk to one another, so you have to listen to their conversation and find out who's… Continue reading Bittersalt