“Resources for simple cooking often do more harm than good.” (Tamar Adlar) It’s the stress that kills you, slowly, they say. It seeps into every pore, every relationship, every…
The invention of Canada’s relationship to Indigenous foods: Bannock french toast with Saskatoon berry and birch syrup compote
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…
“What are flavours without stories? What are recipes without histories?” Lorraine Chuen “We owe it to each other to love and insist on meaningful revision until the day we…
I don’t think there is a place in this world that I am more intimate with than the kitchen in my home. It’s the singular place that I spend…
I grew up eating pumpkin pie; it was a family favorite made by my mom over the fall holidays (never store bought). In the years since then, pumpkin pie…
Manoomin pudding with orange blossom water, roses and pistachios
Each summer in Toronto, the highways and main arteries of the city clog as car after car joins the exodus of city dwellers escaping the concrete heat of the…
On eating variety, finding comfort, and enjoying the magic of food with kids
This isn’t an advice column. There will be no sage words on how to feed your kids – lots of those types of pieces exist already. There’s really no…
Donald Trump eats Tacos: Why eating and cooking diverse food won’t make you a better person (and, a recipe for Eggless Ras El Hanout Spiced Apple Cake with a Brown Butter and Rum Icing)
The ability to cook diverse food, to eat food from different places and cultures, is too often described as an enlightenment project, as a way to ‘becoming’ something else.…
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…
Hey Tony, We never had the chance to meet and even when you were alive I never followed your work very closely. This was mostly my fault; I have…
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…