I don’t think it was until I boxed up that first batch of treats to give to my neighbours that I baked from Sarah Kieffer’s latest book, 100 Cookies, that I realized what has been bothering me. Being a pandemic year notwithstanding, I missed being able to connect to people through food. When my Continue reading “Book Club Tuesday: 100 Cookies”→
Rarely does a cookbook convey such a sense of place and people as well as Aran by Flora Shedden does. Since receiving a copy to review in early spring, I have lingered with the recipes, stories, and Continue reading “Book Club Tuesday: Aran”→
“Poilâne has always had a profound respect for tradition, and it is filled with remarkable talent and knowledge — and it is, above all, a deeply humane place.” (14) — Alice Waters
Cookbooks make our world smaller. How can I know the distance between my quiet home kitchen in Halifax and, the world-famous Poilâne bakery in Paris, France? As I open the cover of the cookbook of the same name, I can tell you that the distance is almost imperceptible. Looking at the gorgeous photography of bakery and its wares and, reading through the story of this (almost) hundred-year-old bakery written by the founder’s granddaughter, Apollonia Poilâne, I can almost smell the freshly baked sourdough. One day I’ll travel to Paris so I can enjoy one of their beautiful loaves baked fresh from their wood-fired oven. But, until then, I will content myself with enjoying the recipes from the Poilâne cookbook.
When I was a kid, I came to realize that there were two types of baking. All year long I would look forward to the plane ride east to visit my maternal grandmother and her family. Auntie Grace’s pies were one reason for my high-level of anticipation. She would always bake our favourites: raspberry for me and lemon meringue for my sister. Thinking back on it, I doubt if she ever used a recipe. Like many of my elderly relatives, baking was a tradition passed along from parent to child. My mom baked us cookies and made cereal squares but never pie and nothing too elaborate (except for the whipped cream and chocolate drizzle delight she made for my sister’s birthday).
Cookbooks are the great equalizer — no need planning expensive trips to destinations with new or notable food experiences because if that place everyone loves has a cookbook then you can make (or bake) your own fun! While I visited Continue reading “Book Club Tuesday: Tartine – A Classic Revisited”→
My daughter enjoying her first “Flakie” (this one is Raspberry Rhubarb)
As soon as we walked into Birdies Bread Co. that warm morning back in the spring of 2017, I knew we found something special. I think what I was yearning for was a place where I could enjoy a coffee while my daughter could have a small treat, a low-pressure mother/daughter date where we could enjoy each Continue reading “On the Road: Birdies Bread Co.”→