Blueberry Pie with Gingersnap Crust

Tuesday, June 30, 2015 2 0

The first time I made this pie, it was in a heatwave. It was during the summer I lived in Toronto, and every day was reaching 35 degrees Celcius without the humidex. My little apartment had no balcony, only two small windows, which were propped open wide day and night.

A friend was coming to stay with me from out of town, and I wanted to make her a special dessert. There were tons of blueberries in my grocery store down the street, and when I found a Blueberry Pie recipe online, I knew I’d found my dessert. The recipe requires hardly any baking, unlike a regular pie, so my apartment was able to stay cool. There’s nothing better than eating chilled pie on a hot night. And I’m sure we had a few wheat beers too; I consumed a lot of those that summer.


Rhubarb Hand Pies

Monday, June 1, 2015 1 0

Pie that you can eat with your hands?! Pie to go? Pie you can pack in your lunch? Pie for your picnic basket? Pie without MESS!? The best thing ever. Hand pies are an invention for pie crust lovers, for carrying with you, and to save you clean up at dinner parties.

These Rhubarb Hand Pies are filled with tangy rhubarb and are surrounded by flaky sour cream dough. I first made a version of these last year (Ick! Look at those terrible iPhone photos!) and love making them for a special treat.

Fresh Rhubarb Hand Pies, straight out of the oven

They do require more effort than a pie – you’re not just dumping filling into a pie crust and throwing it in the oven. There is a delicate procedure of rolling out dough, cutting it into equal-size rectangles, filling half the rectangles with tangy rhubarb tossed in sugar and flour and then pressing the edges of each pie with a fork to seal them together. And THEN throwing them in the oven.

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Cinnamon Ribbon Loaf

Friday, May 8, 2015 0 0

The real reason I decided to make this loaf is because even though J decided he liked the buttermilk scones I made last week (he usually hates scones), he still wouldn’t willingly pick one up for breakfast – and that guy needs a freezer full of muffins to get him through workday morning breakfasts. (We have an agreement where I keep the freezer stocked with baked goods and he always takes out the trash and recycling – my most hated household task! The best part is, we both think we have the better deal!) J loves to grab a muffin, heat it in the microwave, pour his coffee, and head to work. When he reminded me of the lack of morning baked goods in our freezer, this cinnamon ribbon loaf was born!

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Buttermilk Scones

Tuesday, April 28, 2015 6 0

Let’s be honest: scones are a vehicle for eating jam. Lots and lots of jam and fresh better. Our freezer is full of apricot and blackberry jams I’ve made over the past two summers (including my savory Apricot Habanero Jam), and opening this last jar of blackberry jam, which is my very favorite, was bittersweet. But let me tell you, it was the perfect accompaniment with one of these buttermilk scones.


Honey Blueberry Cornbread Muffins

Wednesday, April 15, 2015 2 0

We are knee-deep in wedding planning since J and I got engaged in January. We’ve looked at 15 (!!!) potential wedding venues and met with 2 potential caterers, and the most excited I’ve felt was sitting down with the first caterer and talking about the FOOD that we’ll serve at our wedding. Yep, planning the food is way more exciting to me than the venue, or the dress, or the flowers!

J and I envision a very casual BBQ-picnic-style dinner with a potential spit roasted pig, local corn on the cob, fresh tomato basil salad, roasted beets, cornbread, and peach pies for dessert. As I was drooling over the caterer’s initial menus, I wondered why I had never in my life made cornbread muffins. Because they are delicious! And a little unexpected for a breakfast muffin.


Morning Glory Muffins & my favourite LA drive

Friday, March 27, 2015 0 0

Do you have a favourite drive?

If there is one drive in the whole world that I love driving more than any other, it is in Los Angeles.

I have only been to LA three times in my life, once when I was a teen and remember nothing except the ferris wheel on Santa Monica Pier, and the other two times have been the past two Mays, where I was sent down for “work”. I say “work” very loosely, as I hardly worked on the trip, but all my expenses were paid, and I had quite a bit of free time to roam around. I rented a car both times, and drove myself through the maze of highways and multi-lane roads that cut through the city – alone except for the voice from the GPS.

I wouldn’t say I fell in love with the city sprawl and the dusty landscape, but I did fall in love with the lifestyle and the way LA made me feel. Ocean breezes and sun kissed cheeks and floaty dresses and the best coffee and that feeling of exploring a city, alone alone alone. That freedom.

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