The weather on the coast can be fickle. One day it’s as bleak as late autumn with winds that howl and rain that raps on the window pains. The next morning, the sun comes pouring into our bedroom window, the air is thick and hot, and our heavy bodies are unable to navigate our way through it. On days when it’s like that, cooking is never at the top of our list. Even making a salad seems ridiculously labour intensive. On nights like these yogurt, cereal, and banana ice cream often masquerade as dinner, followed by a smoothie for good measure and a little more sustenance. …
The other week Adam and I basically pulled an all-nighter, staying up with friends playing records, debating ways to deal with climate change, and even some flamenco dancing, well into the night until it was basically time to get up. If this had occurred ten years ago, I’d now be telling you about how I went to work the next day or took a final in my Sociological Theory class, but it’s not….
When the weather turns hot and muggy, nothing satisfies me as much as a crisp and cool iced coffee. This is illogical or course, as coffee is not hydrating in the least, but that sudden hit of caffeine helps me fight the inevitable headaches that often come with bright days and overheating. While on most days I’m a stickler for black coffee, I’ve recently gotten in the habit of adding a little bit of excitement to my brew a la spice (and in an ode to my favourite hot coffee version). So instead of opting for plain old almond milk to make some dreamy iced coffee’s, I’ve been all about the homemade horchata….
Summer has be flying by and with a sudden close of the eyes, it’s already halfway gone. As the days stretch into evenings I always tell myself that I’ll accomplish more, that I’ll tackle those uninspiring tasks on my ever growing list, and that once and for all I’ll have nothing urgent left to do. But when those warm evenings arrive where the sun doesn’t sleep until 9 or 10, a sudden switch is turned on and I come to my senses realizing that living in the here and now is all that really matters. Summer is beautifully chaotic with family reunions, friends weddings, camping get-a-ways, and fruit gathering….
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….