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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
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
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
Prepare your heart, because I'm about to share with you a piece of mine: This. Spinach. Salad...for Dole National Salad Day. Love is a decision, a commitment, and fearless. Love is inclusive, simple, and is real. And it never, ever fails. So apparently, we make around two hundred and thirty decisions regarding food every day. (foodies… Continue reading I Will Always Love You
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
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
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