The other night I had a dream that I was in San Francisco. As soon as I woke up I started sifting through all of my pictures of my time there in June. Do you ever go through old travel photos and think –
“Would you be willing to work in London for the rest of the summer?” asked my boss. “Of course!” I responded enthusiastically, not realizing that I’d be expected to have my bags packed in two weeks time. Needless to say,
Ever since my trip to Paris, I have been frantically searching for Paris-style eclairs. Lucky for me, Toronto has ramped up its french pastry act over the past few months. I was happy to find so many gems baking impeccable versions of my favourite pastry.
Have you ever watched a movie or read a book without knowing much about it? I would recommend it. There is something about having no expectations, no pre-conceived notions in your head before embarking on a journey that makes it extra sweet.
I’m not a fan of breakfast food. I was never into the whole ‘cereal and milk’, ‘toast and peanut butter’, ‘english muffin’, sort of thing. Often times I would just skip breakfast entirely – which is problematic seeing as numerous studies keep pointing to the importance of starting your day with a healthy breakfast.
Oh the classic chocolate chip cookie. What is it about this basic treat that brings so many good feelings to the heart? You must know what I am talking about. It’s that magical feeling that happens in our minds when we take a bite into that gooey,
NYC is addictive. No matter how many times I visit, I leave with an insatiable longing for more. Maybe it’s the high energy you feel while walking the busy streets. Or the countless number of things to do and see. Or maybe it’s the overwhelming variety of amazing food.
Last month I spent a week living with my grandma. I got to watch her as she made fresh paratas using three kinds of flour; rolled out dough for homemade pizza; boiled milk for fresh yogurt; and clarified butter for our morning oatmeal.
I made the mistake of walking into Fika and asking whether it is associated with Fika in NYC. “No…we’re not”. “Oh, do you get asked that a lot?” “Yes…” If I had just taken a minute to look around,
