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..

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

She mutters

Last Friday, when I was spooning hummus (with my index finger), Magdalena made a fascinating remark. "If one day this girl breaks up with her boyfriend, instead of seeking comfort from a pail of ice cream, she'll be watching some chick-flick with a tub of hummus, which she would obviously make by herself." True. The… Continue reading She mutters

Pretty Chill

Often I feel like I'm speaking in a completely different dialect from my guy friends. Especially now that my brother's not living at home for his diction to rub off on me. But one word I learned, and has stuck with me ever since is "chill". That's chill. So chill. Pretty chill. You get the… Continue reading Pretty Chill

Wedge

To those of you who know me in person, you are most likely well-aware of the crazy cravings I've been having. Spring fever, maybe? Yes, I'll blame it on that. It's been what, like three weeks since I first began to avoir tellement envie de pommes frites. Not the actual deep-fried  fries, but the baked ones, because… Continue reading Wedge