Kale chips are crazy good. They sound like hippie food, I will not argue with that fact. You may have to go on trust here. We’ve established trust, haven’t we? After all, I am the same person who brought you this moist chocolate cake and those whoopie pies with salted caramel buttercream.

Quite frankly, I could have titled this post “how to eat an entire bunch of kale in under 5 minutes”. Because that’s pretty much what happened. Continue Reading »

Today, as the winds whip our rainy coast at speeds of 90 km/hour, I think a hot, warmly spiced soup is unquestioningly appropriate. It is also perfect to stamp out a cold.

I’ve been out sick for a few days. I’m not complaining. Lately, I’ve been as busy as a three-legged dog trying to bury his poop on a frozen pond. Or a one-armed wallpaper hanger with an itch. Or a… okay I’ll stop.

My point is – a couple days of necessary napping and watching cheesy movies, cuddled up under a mountain of comforters and pillows, drugged into a happy cold medicine semi-coma? It was actually kinda great.
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I’m sure I don’t have to convince you that it is a good idea to roast some squash and smother it with creamy sauce before baking it into bubbling submission. You must just know that it’s a good idea.

Caramelized bites of butternut squash stud this dreamy white lasagna between layers of and noodles and creamy ricotta.

Sage and nutmeg are earthy complements to the sweetness.

The top is generously showered with shredded mozzarella and parmesan for a thick, bubbly cheese layer, with those delectable browned, crispy edges… Continue Reading »

Did I mention I am obsessed with tomatoes? Case in point: I can my own.

Yes, I spent a small … well… actually rather large-ish… fortune on organic, locally grown tomatoes. Twenty beautiful pounds of them. The reddest ones I’ve ever seen. Not a blemish in sight.

Perfect taut skin.

Heavy, round and firm.

Sweet and juicy.

Yes, we’re still talking about tomatoes, boys. Ahem.

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I am a wee bit obsessed with tomatoes. I grow my own, inside my apartment. I buy them in exorbitant amounts at the farmers market. I see heirloom varieties and I hyperventilate a bit as I frantically try to buy them all.

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