Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Comfort me with noodles

If you have been reading along this year, you probably noticed I’ve been making a lot of references to the weather. Which makes a lot of sense when you consider this 2014 winter has been the crappiest I’ve experienced since I lived in Edmonton. And when you consider crappy winters are par for the course there, that has to put this atypically cold and miserable T.O. winter in the running for worst winter ever. It's a miserable state with the small comfort of knowing millions of people here and elsewhere are going through the same thing.

So: how about a nice, belly-warming, tongue-tingling bowl of noodles?

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Sunshine banishes the dark

Yeah, it's still February, but it's not too early to start thinking about summer. Hell, at this point, I can think of little else. Summer means patio season and patio season means patio drinks. Last year was all about the Aperol spritz, the year before the Campari Americano. The early contender for the drink of summer 2014? The Campari Shandy

Friday, February 14, 2014

Doldrums

I suppose it was inevitable that I would fall off the blistering bogging pace I set in January. Chalk it up to the winter doldrums, plus the bout of food poisoning that hit me after a weekend trip to Montreal (picked up, I’m embarrassed to say, from a rare and ill-advised rendezvous with the golden arches) or maybe the fact that I’ve been living on mostly quick, boring recipes that I haven’t deemed worth sharing. So yes, I have fallen off the pace a bit here.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Cold comfort soup II

The Polar Vortex returned this week, so I hunkered down over a few pots of soup. It took me a while to come around on soup as a meal unto itself; the idea of drinking your dinner lacked the appeal of something more toothsome. But I've come around, especially on those days where the wind rattles the windows and dashes snow across the lake.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Chores

I don’t know how single people do it. Between the cooking and laundry and housecleaning, the last two weeks of living alone have been exhausting. I suppose it would be easy enough to let things slide a bit, let the dishes pile up, choose my shirts from a pile on the end of the bed, but I fear my standards are too high these days.