Flavour and Alchemy: On Bread Baking

Most people who know me understand the love I have for bread; kneading the dough, watching yeast come to life, and finally eating it, as-is or with a nice butter or soft cheese. Wheat supports a unique alchemy; the grain’s gluten structure and starches allow microbial life (yeasts) to grow, making bread and other products possible. Wheat has…

Foraging for Herbs in Drome Region

One of my favourite moments from last summer in Grignan was between a busy lunch service and dinner at Cafe Lulu. Chef Romain, Sam and I left the town and drove out to the forest, in the foothills surrounding a neighbouring town. It was a beautiful day, the sun was aridly hot and seemed to be sucking…

2015 Year in Review

Last year I posted my 2014 in review, and set my goals for 2015. Here’s the list of goals from 2015 and my progress! -Travel! Get out and get inspired! Make plans to visit some of the restaurants I most admire: I had the opportunity to help run the kitchen of a newly opened bistro in Grignan, France…

Le Clair de la Plume – Taste of a Michelin Star (Part 2)

Read part 1 here  Between split shifts at Lulu Hazard, I am grateful that I was able to get 2 days off to spend learning in the kitchen at Le Clair de la Plume. After the owner, Jean-Luc Valadeau dined at our restaurant, I asked him if I could come for a stage (the culinary tradition…

History, Sunlight and Olives in Nyons, France

As with many of the places I visited in France, Nyons had a specific feeling. I started my trip riding with friends along lavender scented roads through the foothills of the Drome region. Here, it seems like there is a small town at the crest of every hill, with vineyards spotting the valleys in between. We arrived in time for dinner…

A Pastry Tour of Paris

So, it’s been a while hasn’t it? Life in France was hectic for the last couple of months, but I have so much to share now that I am settled in at home! Prior to Grignan, I had been planning (and budgeting for) a pastry tour of Paris as a key part of mine and…

Dinner in Valreas

The meal starts with champagne: sweet, dry, bubbly and accented by local strawberries, which taste like a farm, hay and sunlight. We wipe our pink fingers on napkins and toss the green tops in a bowl. Soon, toasted bread and a torchon of foie gras are set upon the table. Generous pieces are spread across savoury bread. Foie gras…

Sanary/Bandol Market & Thoughts on France

The last month has been a whirlwind – travelling from Paris to Lyon to Avignon, and finally landing in Grignan: my home for the next couple of months. There are lots of photos and thoughts to share from the trip around, but right now I am feeling really inspired by a recent trip to Sanary/Bandol and…

Food Out of Control: Going to France!

So it’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Between school and working two jobs, there has not been much spare time to write a post. This means, however, that I have a huge back-log of photos and ideas coming your way! If you’re looking for content in the meantime, you can find me on Twitter, Facebook, and now, Instagram. Here…

Chinatown at Night: Lamian Noodles and Dancing

Late night in Chinatown has to be one of my favourite times… The markets wheel in their produce for the night, tucking it into fluorescent sunshine, leaving behind tattered cardboard and stickers, impressions of jackfruit and bok choy. The workday bustle slows to a hum as the restaurants fill up. On our cold happy walk along…

On Kensington Market

Fluffy arepas, spots of charred corn crust. Sweet and savoury plaintain. The salted fat of fresca cheese. Herby sauce, cilantro, green chilies. Tomatillo. Standing at a counter lost in a plastic tray with checkered paper. After eating, the musty memory of a corn tortilla sitting on my tongue. Lips heavy with spice. The satisfication of the…

Montreal Part III – Wandering

It’s hard to believe there were only 2 nights and 2 days in Montreal when I was able to take so many photos. Such an inspiring city! Here are the final photos from that weekend. Elvir’s photo of myself drinking a “wild” cappuccino at Le Deppaneur Café. Searching for coffee on 10 AM on Saturday morning…