winter archive

cranberry lemon squares

Last week I wanted to bake something for my friend’s 40th birthday. I didn’t want to go the chocolate route since I knew she’d probably get a ton of chocolates as gifts. She, like me, loves the sour so I…

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lentils with fennel, kale & sausage

This weekend we finally got snow, and while most of us Vancouverites are total winter wimps, I admit to loving my Saturday night in the snow. We walked to the newly renovated Waldorf to celebrate a friend’s birthday and by…

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rising to the challenge: cinnamon buns with dried cranberries & lemon zest

Sometimes in order to attain comfort you must move outside your comfort zone. I shy away from finicky recipes. Complicated steps and unfamiliar ingredients scare me a little bit. But I do push myself to try new techniques or try…

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well-worn: lentil spinach soup

I love playing in the kitchen. Trying new ideas, techniques and recipes keep meals exciting and helps me write up new blog posts. Yet, there’s something comforting with the familiar and well-worn. This lentil soup is a very well-worn recipe.…

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pretty in pink: fennel, grapefruit, & blood orange salad

Winter salads don’t need your bad rap. While I love slaws and hearty grain salads, it’s nice to mix things up with a bright, light salad that isn’t a slouch in the flavour department. Fennel, red onion, grapefruit and blood…

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sweet & sour marmalade chicken

While I’ve always been the beneficiary of homemade marmalade, a jar from the lovely Tea, and most recently, a jar from my good friend Kyla, I’ve never purchased any for myself. So when I recently came home with a jar of…

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lemon roasted cauliflower with cumin & sumac

If you were to come to Vancouver, I’d take you to one of my favorite places. It’s a little restaurant called Nuba. We’d order their spiritual tonic, a fresh beet juice Bloody Mary that is as restorative as it is…

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aloo gobi: potato & cauliflower curry with coconut milk

When I moved to Vancouver I met a punk rock boy. He wasn’t the sort of boy you’d take home to your parents, but it was okay because my family was thousands of miles away, and this tall, skinny musician…

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