Strawberry Rhubarb Pie

I've been dreaming of strawberry rhubarb pie for months.



It got to the point where I could no longer wait for strawberry season and I broke down and purchased a pie to satisfy that craving. It turned out to be disappointing not because it was store bought, but because it was a cherry pie even though I was told otherwise. The horror.


Another problem with store bought pies is they tend to be overly sweet. Alas, I impatiently waited for strawberry season to arrive, rounded up some friends to go picking, and turned all that hard work into preserves and pie.

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Farro Salad with Roasted Radishes & Asparagus

Things I've been enjoying:


+ Freshly picked lettuce from my garden. (My beautiful chard and basil, on the other hand, are being eaten alive by some sort of bug. Tears!)

+ The start of my dragonboat season.


+ The Stop's Night Market. So. much. food.

+ 30+ degrees weather. Some may complain, but I've been waiting months for this weather to arrive.

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Mediterranean Quinoa Bowl

There are days when I purchase an ingredient and know exactly what I want to do with it and how to put the meal together.


There are other times when I come across a recipe that beckons me, one that I need to make as soon as possible.


Then there are those days where I have no idea what to cook and I end up falling back on old standbys.

This is one of those dishes.

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New York, New York

Hello New York City. Nice to finally meet you.


NYC is one of those places I've been wanting to visit for years, yet somehow never got around to it. Until now.


I went down for the Easter long weekend and even after four days, I feel like I've barely scratched the surface. So much to do! So much to see!


I walked and ate, then walked and ate some more.


My friend managed to snag us a reservation at Per Se, a three Michelin star, four New York Times star restaurant. It was also the last review Sam Sifton wrote as the NYT restaurant critic. I don't make it a habit to dine at restaurants where the meal cost more than my plane ticket (... I wish I was kidding), but I'll make an exception for Thomas Keller.

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March Blues

March is when I start to get antsy - winter is not quite over, yet it's not quite spring. I'm desperately itching for warmer weather, some sunshine to pass these dreary grey days.


Cooking-wise, I've been uninspired. I'm at the point of the year where I'm tired of root vegetables and cabbages and ready to pounce on the first sign of delicate leafy greens. I finally opened my jars of strawberry and raspberry preserves, which has me dreaming of summer. I'm counting down the months until peach season is here.

Can you tell I am a summer baby?


The weather has been warm enough to start the flow of the maple sap. I visited a maple sugar bush, ate piping hot pancakes doused in melted butter and maple syrup. Fact: pancakes are so much better eaten in a non-heated cabin after a good work out.


I am going back into hibernation until the air smells sweet of spring showers.

Until then.