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Work hard. Play hard. Both of which I did last week. Very, VERY enthusiastically. Here’s a little remedy I drink when I feel under the weather, worked to the bone, or when I’ve… Continue reading
Work hard. Play hard. Both of which I did last week. Very, VERY enthusiastically. Here’s a little remedy I drink when I feel under the weather, worked to the bone, or when I’ve… Continue reading
Last week I was shuffling through the natural foods store in a post-work coma when something odd happened. I watched bemused as my hands grabbed seeds and nuts and dried fruit off the shop… Continue reading
I’m not sure when our little bunker became the family party house. But sometime after the last rager Christmas brunch, my sister-in-law and I put on our scheming hats to scheme up a… Continue reading
Not enough warmth in my bones. Not enough photons hitting my eyeballs. March is making it easy to pretend I’m a winter-sedated bear nesting in my flannel sheets each night. Here’s a little something… Continue reading
“Blegh,” I mumbled through a mouthful of soft, garlicky braised kale. “Who wants to eat cold, raw veg in the dead of winter?” Across the table, the Man nodded his head ponderously in… Continue reading
Lest you think that I hold court in my kitchen with any semblance of pretentious type-A foodie-ism, behold — the humble 30 minute improv dinner. Making do with existing ingredients is one of… Continue reading
You wake up longing for autumn flavours in a summery skin. So you army-crawl into the kitchen and before your blender knows it you’re pulling out the big guns – zingy cranberries, dates, bee… Continue reading
Ever since I mentioned one comfort food Hall of Fame winner, I’ve been wracked with guilt for leaving out the others. I know most people who grew up outside of SE Asia won’t… Continue reading
Nothing can beat a steaming plate of rice topped with a crispy fried egg and drizzled in sweet soy sauce. It’s the tzar of down-home comfort food as far as I’m concerned, and… Continue reading
I’m a tropical fruit fiend. Living in the Netherlands. Add to that my preference for local produce and you understand why I’m in constant mourning for the buttery mango, lime-drenched papaya, and quirky… Continue reading