Get ready! Because you're about to be hit by a blizzard , no it's not winter anymore, I mean, explosion of recipes, all of which are vegan, super vibrant, fresh, and absolutely delicious! For those of you who are staying in touch via instagram (it's on the right-hand-side, just click and follow to stay up-to-plate… Continue reading A Bit of Spring Cleaning
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Plain Lucky
Perks of knowing how to cook: a. eating $100 meals for under $16 b. grocery shopping is a piece of cake c. making fun of boneless-skinless chicken breasts d. good food magically happens e. people love you f. you love life g. afjsdk;oiveoih09/@""!!~ Perks of not knowing how to cook: a. all of the above**… Continue reading Plain Lucky
They were white, then yellow, and finally brown
Winter is forcing me into a corner slowly. But it's not annoying or boring - almost as if it's challenging me. Its eyes, with the shimmer of an icicle dangling from the edge of a roof and its tip catching a bursting ray of sun shooting past, catches mine. In a sort of playful intimidation… Continue reading They were white, then yellow, and finally brown
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..
Some Sage Advice
Whether it's the strokes of color representing specific flavours that streak across my mind when I "see" certain flavour combinations or something as straight forward as smelling the steam wafting lazily up from a finished dish, I think, flavour has to do with instinct and chemistry. Like people, food has its own invisible forces of abstract attraction… Continue reading Some Sage Advice
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



