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

Fad Thai

Arms flailing and thrashing to keep my dizzy head above crashing waves of deadlines, presentations, and life in general, I was tempted to abandon the task of making dinner altogether and make an SOS call for pizza. I picked up the phone...and set it back down: I couldn't. I knew I would feel terrible as,… Continue reading Fad Thai