Writing about food is a funny act which in the grand scheme of the world can seem menial, trivial, and downright silly. When the world seems chaotic, and where violence acts are mentioned as often as the weather outside, it seems callous to talk about the state of chia and kale like they bare any meaning….
Long weekends mean heading to the beach, chilling in the park, and plenty of backyard hangouts with buddies. If for whatever reason, you’re like me and working all weekend, talking it easy will be key. While others sip away on wine and beer, I’ll be keeping cool with my new obsession, savoury juice. Like a grown up version of V8 (or V6), this Virgin Bloody Mary is refreshing and filling, with a hint of spice. A veggie based version of the infamous (often sweet) green juice, it can easily tied you over as a light meal, or add a boost to your step when you’re feeling run down.
I try to limit the amount of kitchen gadgets and thingamabob’s I allow myself to keep these days. In the past I’ve gone through stages of collecting kitchen wear form yard sales, free-boxes, and charity shops (enough to have starred in my own weird reality show). It’s often the novelty of a label that reads, “Made in the U.S.A.”, “Sweden”, “Germany”, “England”, or “Japan” that peaks my interest and has me thinking, ‘this is quality, how can I not?’ In the past this belief has left me with everything from a ’70’s meat grinder (seriously, what was I thinking), to a corn shaped cornbread pan that didn’t work worth a hot damn.
The buzzer goes off and I roll over, reaching to the floor and with a gentle tap, hit the snooze button on my vibrating phone. This is how most mornings start. After a few repeated taps, 5:30 eventually rolls around and I muster the strength to get up and ready for work. Just before I head out the door, I open the fridge and grab the weck jar I prepared the night before. In the haze of my morning fog this jar is my salvation and motivation. At work I’ll prepare a chemex of my favourite roast, and use the last few moments before my shift starts to catch up with my co-workers as I gleefully munch away on my pre-made porridge, savouring every mouthful before the day begins….
Oh hey guys, it’s popsicle week! Unlike every other week which seems to spur a hashtag bonanza on Instagram from #doughnutday to #smoothieweek to #chocolatechipcookieday, this celebration actually matters. Every year Billy of Wit and Vinegar organizes this super fun popsicle party, and what better way to kick off summer than a popsicle parade. For this years contribution, I’ve made these creamy, dreamy, Coconut Chai Ice Cream Bars. Inspired by ice cream flavours we enjoyed a couple year ago traveling in Morocco (think cinnamon ice cream, rasel el hanout, and pine nut to name a few) along with the childhood favourite of a dipped bar, and you’ve pretty much have this grown up classic….