Well, it’s that time of year again. The Holidays are upon us and that means the that food bloggers from all over are dutifully making donations, and baking and shipping secret packages of cookies to one another. This is my second year participating in The Great Food Blogger Cookie Swap and it was just as fun this year as last. Again, a big thank you to the folks at Love & Olive Oil and The Little Kitchen for coordinating such an awesome swap and keeping all the moving parts in motion. What a feat!
Time for a confession – and I hope this doesn’t make you scroll past this recipe, because it’s good, I promise – it used to be that every time I would hear the word “tapenade” or I see it at a deli I’d sort of scrunch up my nose and think judgmental thoughts about the general lameness of tapenade. I mean, really. It’s mashed up olives. This is a simple, plain truth. What also is simple and plain and true is that a very good tapenade can be easily made, and surprise … it’s still just smashed up olives. Continue Reading →
Something odd has happened lately: all I want to eat is Asian influenced dishes. Growing up in Vancouver this isn’t wildly surprising since examples of excellent food from every imaginable Asian locale is available. I have sushi on the regular, I frequent a hole in the wall Thai place but usually, especially at this time of year, I’m roasting hunks of meat and root vegetables, basting and braising and using more rosemary than seems sane. For whatever reason, maybe the chilly, foggy, damp-to-soaking weather, my palate is all about the hot, sweet, salty, sour of Asian cuisine. Continue Reading →
We’ve talked before about how poorly I keep journals? How I have great intentions and find fresh stationery thrilling, but never follow through? Yeah, seems that I’m the same way with keeping a calendar too. When I’m at work, I live and die by my calendar – I am almost always early for meetings and I faithfully record everything so I’m on time, well prepared and everything is accounted for. As soon as I leave the office, all that goes out the window. Somehow I have managed to be a busy person with lots of ideas, places to be, people to see, all by essentially winging it. How is it possible that I’m ever in the right place at the right time? And possibly more important: What does this have to do with Hollandaise Sauce (and Salmon Eggs Benedict)? Continue Reading →
I have never known anyone who hates raisins as much as my niece, Justine. When she was a little girl someone made her a carrot cake for her birthday and lo and behold: raisins. Too sweet to draw attention to the offending fruits, she ate around them, eating all the cake and cream cheese frosting. It wasn’t until the table was cleared that the small pile of discarded raisins was found under her napkin on the edge of her plate. Well, 20 years later, nothing has changed. Continue Reading →