Homeward Found

Found: ticket home. Found: old back yard. Found: teenage bed, teenage desk.  Grammy’s mirror (scoured Vancouver for one of this general style.  Directed to thrift shops.  Came back empty handed). Found: food.  Sweet potato, cassava.  Paw paw (it is NOT papaya, not in my hand, not in my mouth).  Okra fresh from the farm down…

Almond Shortbread: Better Than Unbuttered Cardboard

Around the old water cooler at work, conversation veers towards the topic of snacks   I suggest that something tasty to nibble on might perk us up for our next meeting is a round of something tasty to nibble on.  True, we could also replace “meeting” with “series of emails, and leaving work half an hour early”,…

Spicy Peanut Quinoa

When my big sister went off to university in the UK, she came back bearing new knowledge.  Something to do with medicine.  More importantly, though, she returned to the islands enriched with tidings of new good things to eat, including a Ghanaian peanut stew.  Spicy, creamy, tomato-y, hot and lush, on fire from ginger and…

The (em)Power(ment) Of Food

This is not a post about politics.  It’s not an article about place, belonging, identity, self-esteem, or basic humanity.  It’s about food. This meal is 75% from around here.  The potatoes and dill came from the farm I waited all winter and most of spring to see open.  The garlic scapes, from the first farm…

Fresh Fava Beans

In my mind, beans and peas exist in two categories.  You’ve got your eat-em-fresh-ers: snow peas, snap peas, shelling peas, and all the wonderful varieties of summer beans, from green string to cool purple varieties.  Then you’ve got your soakers: the dry legumes you pick up from the bulk section of the foodstore: kidney beans,…

In honour of the Feeders

Feeder: a person who expresses love through the preparation and gifting of delicious edibles.   I’ve been blessed by the presence of many a feeder in my life.  My mother, who is known for producing fresh batches of bread and well insulated containers of frozen soup and tucking them into my suitcase at the end…

Cuss-Free Cooking

5:30 p.m.  I drift into the kitchen to make dinner.  I’m mellow. I shouldn’t be.  It’s been a full day.  A good day–at a community event, surrounded by good people, a rare day out with my fella (who I spend lots of time with, but usually just one-on-one).  After doing far more talking than I’ve…

Chickpea Souse

Every once in a while, I get a hankering for an old familiar flavour.  Growing up, one of the best breakfast treats was souse, a tart, fresh soup with a base of onion, sweet pepper, garlic, carrots, potatoes, and lemon or lime, seasoned with salt, pepper, hot pepper, bay leaves, and pimento.  Oh yeah, and…

Pardon me, I was hibernating

Ya-a-a-w-n.  Is it springtime yet? I’ve awoken from my winter hibernation.  Yes, prompted by cold, the short, darkening days, and Mother Nature, I nodded off for a couple of months, hoping to awaken to the seasonal thaw and the first magnolias of spring.  That is, anyway, the official explanation for my two-month time-out from blogging….

…And Quinoa. And a Tear

Cooking has always been a family time for me.  Growing up, Mummy made the meals, then corralled us to set the table, pour drinks, and ferry dishes and plates out to the table.  Some of my classmates and the odd boyfriend over the years found it odd that our family always sat and ate dinner…

And then came Coconut Tart

After a long evening of wrestling raw coconut out of its shell, I woke the next morning refreshed, and oh so ready for coconut tart. Coconut tart is a sticky-sweet, rich enough for dessert but bready enough to make it sort of justifiable for breakfast.  Sort of.  And you know the fun of dinner at…

To Crack a Coconut

When my very Canadian fella mentioned how much he loves coconut, I felt ethically obliged, as an Island Girl, to hook him up with the real thing.  By the real thing I mean fresh coconut.  Coconut that didn’t come out of a plastic wrapper.  Coconut that doesn’t use the word “dessicated”. Now before I get…