Meringue Should Be Sliceable Dammit

Beneath the groves Where lemons yellow Where swaying shades of Green softly cast Lays a sweet sleeper Unbeknownst to the sun Lulled heedless and mild Into brief slumber Many of you asked me for the lemon tart recipe, so here it is. I assure you none of the parts are particularly difficult, but where there… Continue reading Meringue Should Be Sliceable Dammit

Rocha Pear and Candied Ginger White Chocolate Bars

Promised the recipe, so here it is. Not feeling particularly inspired to write today, but for some reason usually that's when the recipes I like the most sort of just...materialize. Blame this brain. I'll shell out for quality dark chocolate any day, but for white chocolate, I couldn't care less. So if the thought of… Continue reading Rocha Pear and Candied Ginger White Chocolate Bars

Excuse My Political Incorrectness

"History is the running record of mankind trudging like a blind idiot through an endless pile of retrospectively unenlightened shit. Like Mike in Suits, if you will." A few mornings ago I woke up to an article from the National Post titled "Everything is offensive: Here are Canada's other politically incorrect place names" in which… Continue reading Excuse My Political Incorrectness

Instagram: we’ve been doing it all wrong

In this post tech-bubble ecosystem we are, for an overwhelmingly fat part, bottomless feeders. No, we are not eating nonstop, though we are certainly eating way more than our grandparents did. What we can't get enough of, however, is that intangible feed that stretches on into the endless abyss beyond the southernmost limit of your screen.… Continue reading Instagram: we’ve been doing it all wrong

The Story of Sugar

If you asked an economist if free trade was a good idea, he would probably say yes. He might even give you a look, to make you feel slightly embarrassed for asking such a dumb question. If you asked an economist why free trade was a good idea, he would probably say that it increases… Continue reading The Story of Sugar

three is better than one

Like popcorn kernels that get stuck between your molars, and bits of pith clogged persistently underneath one's fingernails, it's often the least significant things unnoticeable by others that you cannot endure about yourself. But when you have someone point out exactly what you already can't stand about yourself (but persistently put off correcting), you don't… Continue reading three is better than one