There’s a lot of hand wringing around the question: How do Canadians define Canadian food? As a nation that prides itself on its multiculturalism, as well as being a…
“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…
“You people love — that come here, whatever it is — you love our way of life, you love our milk and honey.” Don Cherry, “Hockey Night in Canada”…
When you think of Canadian food, what comes to your mind? Maybe the stereotypical: the poutine, the maple syrup, or the back bacon. Maybe you know enough to take…
On Grandmothers and Cooking (and a recipe for Dutch Canadian rye bread/roggebrood)
There’s a sort of culinary mysticism that enshrouds grandmothers. They are always master cooks creating unforgettable meals, and also gatekeepers of the mystical techniques used to create these magical…
Scarborough. The wide expanses and lack of familiar landmarks often disorient me: I’m here often but I’m not from here. I wait, only to unintentionally hop on a bus…
I remember what it felt like, riding the school bus between towns (our town was too small to have its own school), the starkness of the prairie landscape rolling…
Our histories never unfold in isolation. We cannot truly tell what we consider to be our own histories without knowing the other stories. And often we discover that those…