Chasing and Tasting the Impossible

After a 16.5 hour work day and then a beautiful day off in Toronto I feel exhilarated to cook, to eat, to live. Spending my Sunday in Chinatown, the windows steaming up with broth from hot pots. Tangy and floral dried lily flowers floating around. Dumplings bursting forth with steam and leeks. Hands digging into…