Can you find me in this picture? Have I told you lately that I love you? I mean, wow. How lucky can a girl be to have friends like you? You guys are just too awesome for words. Truly. I don’t even know what to say. Can I have you all over for dinner? (Actually, I have a plan for that. But I’ll tell you tomorrow.) I couldn’t keep myself from popping to A) say thanks, you made me feel exactly like this photo, only more teary, B) I can’t believe how many F-bombs have been dropped here in the past 12 hours – it’s kind of like hearing your mom swear for the first time, and getting all giggly over it. Also, C) I want to share the news of a new project that has evolved since this morning into something real and exciting, thanks to you: you’ve inspired me to get over my damn self and go do something positive, to (at theContinue reading

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Have you ever panicked that there is just so much food and so little time? I do. Frequently. I remember the first time I felt a pang of THERE IS JUST SO MUCH TO EAT AND ONLY SO MANY DAYS IN A WEEK AND HOURS IN A DAY! AND MONTHS IN A YEAR! EVERY DAY I HAVE TO DECIDE! I’M NOT GOING TO HAVE TIME TO EAT IT ALL! THE MATH JUST DOESN’T ADD UP! – it was triggered by a coconut cream pie. So now every time I get overwhelmed by the food possibilities out there (eating in and out), or unreasonably angry that I’ve wasted valuable space and calories on something that was not all it should be, I think of coconut cream pie. OK, not really every time. But sometimes I have my coconut cream pie moments. I get this feeling a lot when I get sucked into the vortex of food blogs – skipping from one to the next, bookmarking stuffContinue reading

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Aw, I’m all verklempt. I’m so glad to have you guys here, cheering me on, balancing things out, telling me what I need to hear when I can’t see past my thighs. (Especially my right one, which is inexplicably two inches bigger than my left one.) It’s silly, isn’t it? The hungry part of my brain easily convinces the part that controls my hands and mouth that life is too short to worry about aesthetics, that I shouldn’t waste my time caring about my hair or what I can or can’t wear and who might see me, but rather seize the day (and the donut) and appreciate what I have. Which is all true. Especially when news comes of the death of someone close to many friends and colleagues, and another old friend is suddenly admitted to the ICU. What better salve than a comforting meal shared with people you love? To obsess about that extra piece of buttered toast with tea before bed seemsContinue reading

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So um yeah, I won this award recently (click on it to enlarge), and it’s one I unabashedly admit I fully deserve. I’d like to thank all the little people for making me look so much bigger. I guess since this is technically a food blog I should at some point address the first-world shift in priority that comes with the new year; the clamouring to high-dive from marathon consumption of fat calories directly into ultra-lean and healthy everything all the time – an often all-or-nothing approach that bans entire food groups and tosses perfectly good chocolate in the garbage in hot pursuit of A BRAND NEW YOU! (One thing I know: if you can’t resist having chocolate around you won’t be successful in the long term – this is a caramel-filled, chocolate-covered world. Another thing I know: you have to be happy with the regular old you first and foremost. Think of a structurally unsound house to which hasty aesthetic improvements have been madeContinue reading

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Oy. Are we really being sucked back into the cold reality that is January 4th tomorrow morning? Although the holidays have been wonderful and busy, I feel like I haven’t spent quite enough horizontal time on the couch in my flannel PJ pants surfing food blogs and watching The Office and Flight of the Conchords on DVD. What I love best about this time of year is that no one expects anything of you – to answer your emails, even – for the week between Christmas and New Years’ Eve. Of course I was back at work last week anyway, covering traffic for the provincial shows on Tuesday and Wednesday – but any work done during the last week of December seems extra-productive somehow, sort of like working on a Sunday. I also feel like I haven’t quite kept up with my end of the bargain here – over the past few weeks I let a good half the festivities slip through the cracks withoutContinue reading

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