Rhubarb and Mascarpone

I'm in a Starbucks, sitting at a window seat from which my field of vision spills out like the sun onto a lightly bleached lower Spadina. It's hard to believe the Thursday rain, the February pain. It feels, even if it's not the case, that summer's speaking. It just feels that way. But I still… Continue reading Rhubarb and Mascarpone

the catch: suspicion

I have never befriended rhubarb. Not because of any particular scornful or contemptuous experience, but straight-up that I never even tried. Surrounding this strange celery-chard looking vegetable that bears as much resemblance to a fruit as a tomato does to a vegetable but which somehow passes as one in all of the best baked offerings… Continue reading the catch: suspicion