Eleven years. I don’t know how long it takes to make a home, but I know it can be done in eleven years. It happens slowly, in small ways.…
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…
Balkenbrij (Pulled Pork Loaf with Braised, Spiced Cabbage and a Fried Egg)
I’m excited about the recipe I’m sharing here: both because it is rare to see Dutch food updated in a more modern context and also because, during my research…
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…
I remember how the adults would sit around the kitchen table, after dinner or mid morning most likely, each of them with a cup of coffee. It was about…
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.…
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…
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…
Traditional ‘family recipes’ don’t always lead you somewhere beautiful. When family recipes are invoked they often have a particular aura, one of ancient culinary arts buried in processes that…
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…