Last night Sol, our tour guide from a couple of weeks back, invited us out to her dad’s swank house just north of the city to eat asado. Asado is Argentine barbecue, a ritualized feast of a variety of God’s grilled creatures that puts our sad North American hamburger and hot-dog endeavors to total shame. … Continue reading
Food! We do that here sometimes. Remember? Yes, occasionally we must pause from our mental health ponderings and mixed-race handwringing to rustle up some grub. And by “rustle up” I mean purchase and pulverize. Navel-gazing takes up a lot of time and energy, and for this reason it’s important to consume nutrient-rich foods that are … Continue reading
My first ever seder experience got blogged about by someone other than me. A writeup of the second night will follow shortly.
Last night I cooked for colleagues. That isn’t the kicker, though. Vegan dinner, guys. VEGAN. People who claim that cooking a hearty, satisfying, and delicious vegan meal for a group of mostly non-vegans is no big deal are liars. Fact is, vegan cooking requires an attention to detail that us animal product scarfers take for … Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I received an email from the fabulous food writer and publicist Mary Luz Mejia alerting me to a very dangerous restaurant development in my ‘hood. What is so dangerous about a restaurant, you ask? Behold. That, my friends, is 18 flavours of self-serve frozen yogurt. Apparently there are dozens more, but … Continue reading
I’m having a little bit of a personality crisis. Okay, so maybe it’s more of an identity crisis, but I really wanted to use the New York Dolls as an AV aid. Specifically, this blog is having a crisis of direction. I started writing BGH in November with the very ambitious goal of making it … Continue reading
Yesterday was the main squeeze’s 25th birthday, so the least I could do (apart from encouraging him to drink entirely too much beer on a work night, of course) was bake the man some cupcakes. Since Jon’s all about the milk chocolate and hazelnut combo, I figured, “heck, why not just dump a pile of Nutella … Continue reading
Every spring, for only a few weeks, young fern plants in the Great Lakes region begin unfurl their little fronds. These infant ferns are known as fiddleheads, and they are a locavore’s dream. If you happen upon some, as I did last Tuesday at Toronto’s Trinity Bellwoods farmer’s market, seize the opportunity to take a … Continue reading
So, today marks my fourth session of “booty camp,” a month-long outdoor fitness boot camp that is very much NOT the sort of thing I would normally do. Booty camp represents a brand of rah-rah self improvement that doesn’t really mesh with my slightly cynical (and more than slightly self-conscious) persona. Sure, I work out– … Continue reading
When I was in England, I couldn’t help but notice that my drinking preferences completely clashed with those of my female companions. While I craved heady British ales, my galpals opted for gin and elderflower cordial (which I could enjoy) and pink wine (which I could not). Later, an English girl I encountered in Toronto … Continue reading
