I just realized that I've never actually posted a blueberry recipe here before. How do I even call myself a British Columbian right? I do have a handful of blueberry recipes rolled up my sleeve, but it can be tough sometimes to actually go and feature something when you are figuratively swamped by it. Yeah, yeah,… Continue reading Take a minute
Tag: baking
giv’em the karats, but save me the carrots
Is it wedding season or what!? This summer alone five couples I personally know (as in not my great-aunt's friend's son-in-law's nephew) are getting married! It really is stunning here in Vancouver at this moment though. The days are long, and tender foliage shimmers under the late afternoon sun, casting my studio in its bosky… Continue reading giv’em the karats, but save me the carrots
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
because pie is irrational
It's a thin line, really, between oblivion and being on the fence. Neither allows you to adequately make a decision, and neither engages you enough in the consequences of a potential decision, should you make one. So here's a great question: meringue or not meringue? While traditionally in France the tarte au citron is made… Continue reading because pie is irrational
Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One
As a child, I did not enjoy apples. Not even honey-sweet fuji's, so don't even let me see that malicious green of granny smiths. Nor did I, as a child, see the light and succumb to the revelation of coconut. And "give me wheat", I said "give me white flour" I said. What are oats?… Continue reading Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One
PSL: Plus Some Love
On those Saturday mornings when I lay, semi-tucked in between my duvet and bed sheets, and realize once more that aside from the whirring of the heater there is no other breathing thing in the apartment but me, I ponder: what do I live for today? Should I get up, plant my feet in my… Continue reading PSL: Plus Some Love





