why am I always in a curry..

Two weeks into university and the new people I'm meeting have already thrown at me a  stupefying sum of questions. What's your name? Jen, but you can call me Ann, whichever works. Why did you choose this program? Well, for the longest time I wanted to be a plastic surgeon, but then one day Jesus… Continue reading why am I always in a curry..

Two Baos in a Steamer

Home sweet home - where my mother's banana bread, bedside tales, and tender prayers dwell - I have decided, will not cease to exist because I moved 4,275 km from where I've spent the past ten years of my life. Just as Matthew 18:20 says: "Where two or three gather in my name, there am I with… Continue reading Two Baos in a Steamer

Creme de la Creme

I know I've been pretty low-key for what, two months now? And originally, back at the end of school and prelude to July I did plan to do some heavy-duty blogging, cooking, and photographing. The latter twosome I did, somewhat, fulfill. As for the former...well, I do apologize and I do intend to make up for… Continue reading Creme de la Creme

Tierce de Picanterie

Recently I've been noticing the simmering of a modern phenomenon, one that bubbles up against convention, and one that, truthfully spoken, makes me quite simultaneously pleased and bereaved. This new truth of the era cries out "good cooks are not the pudgy ones you'd imagine". Yes, sure, with the dawn of refined sugar and mass… Continue reading Tierce de Picanterie

RAWRrrr

It's officially half a year since Christmas, and there is absolutely no sign of me missing glazed ham, pumpkin pie, nor cider. I mean, at the time, in the holiday spirit I did enjoy these things, but darling summer, who's crept up on me as if playing hide and seek here in the Valley, has… Continue reading RAWRrrr

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