Our home might be mistaken for a jungle, as there are plants everywhere: a ficus tree in the living room that looks longingly out onto the street, a fern in the office fluffing her leaves like a true diva, a palm plant threatening to poke you in the eye, and lots more…not to mention the …
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finding solace in steam.
The lone wolf days of winter are officially here. Cue desolate wailing. Actually, I don’t mind the cold temperatures. It inspires a change in rhythm, a natural contraction after the languid, loose feeling of summer: the city gets quieter, the snow muffles all sounds (never mind the two scarves and toque and parka hood covering …
fish and fava bean croquettes. party food! yay!
Parties can be a little stressful: what to wear? What to bring? What time should I arrive to appear cool? What is my exit strategy? This season tends to have a lot of parties back to back, so the anxiety can start to mount – when really the point of it all is to enjoy eachother’s …
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Murgh makhani, or heaven in saucy form.
The best, BEST, butter chicken I ever had was at a hole in the wall in Toronto’s Little India neighbourhood. I don’t remember the name of the place, but I’m sure if I ever walk past it again I will recognize its greasy windows. Set up like a cafeteria, you wait in an unruly line …
winter is coming.
As the temperature drops, all I want to do is cook things on low and slow. Soups, stews, roasts…things that take a few hours to cook, that need to be eaten in bowls while wearing fuzzy slippers and sweaters. A few years ago I discovered a Persian restaurant in Toronto called Pomegranate. For my first …
saffron.
Cooking from Ottolenghi’s Plenty. #saffron
The Heart of Yassa
Many moons ago a few friends and I tried a Senegalese restaurant for dinner. It was in a part of town that I had frequented many times before, but I had never noticed it. On a quiet street, its dusty glass door revealed a set of paint-chipped stairs, which carried us up to a simply …
homegrown.
Zucchini from our friends’ garden, basil from the farmer’s market, and tomatoes from our friend’s mother-in-law. Not bad, not bad.
All in the family
Most nights we have a frugal dinner, and the other night was no different: I braised some carrots in water and butter, and then a few minutes before they were done, I stirred in some rice along with turmeric, fennel and cumin seeds. After the rice had cooked, I opened the lid of the pot …
We’ve been away
For the better part of the summer we’ve been traveling, driving and camping and hiking and drinking from waterfalls and freaking out about the black bear that climbed on top of our car and being blown away by how beautiful and varied our planet is. Amongst all that, food sometimes came secondary, taking on a …