Lunch

I grew up with a Dutch grandfather who was a cattle farmer on the Alberta prairies. Every meal that I can remember eating at his house was beef, potatoes,…

My mom has always made soup; perhaps it’s the one thing that I most associate with her cooking. It’s a homey dish for me, comfort food that I’m going…

“Giishpin waanda kendamaawnen gegoo, aabideg ntam g’gagwejikendaan maanda/ If you want to learn something, first you must learn this.” Ogimaa Mikana Project Reconciliation is dead. Though, as Jesse Wente…

Winter in North America a stark reminder of the lushness and abundance of summer. Summer is full of farmers’ markets and supermarkets loaded with the abundance of summer fruits…

Last winter I fell in love with pomelos. It was one of those hot and heavy romances, too. From the moment you rip into that thick, pillowy rind and…

This is manoomin. Maybe, spelled manomin. Either way is an Anglicization of an Anishinaabemowin word that existed long before English was introduced to the Americas. This is manomin; it…

Growing up in a family that included four small children and parents who made their living by the grace of God, we rarely ate out in restaurants. Almost never.…

“To be Ethiopian in Israel is to be constantly struggling for something…” This recipe and article are the result of reading a recent article in Taste that profiles the…

I’ve been learning a lot about za’atar recently, which is appropriate given the title of this website! I first learned of it through a visit to my local middle…

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about comfort food. The term often gets invoked in various, and even competing, contexts – so what, exactly, do we mean by the…

Lahmajoun sometimes gets called ‘Armenian pizza’ or ‘Turkish pizza’ or ‘Lebanese pizza’ or ‘Syrian pizza’ or ‘Arab pizza’, Wikipedia tells me. But, it’s really not pizza. Pizza is a…

There are lots of things in life that I dream about doing. I’ve fought the label at times – because it sometimes gets used to deride those who never…