Okay, so I totally get why these Ginger Tofu Fresh Rolls probably made you raise an eyebrow. I will admit they are a strange dish to kick-off December with. Most blogs are currently flooded with holiday cookies, cocktails, and gourmet host gifts but not this one. Oh no. Instead, this weirdo blog is posting a recipe that would be right at home in the middle of August. A recipe that would offer welcome relief from a raging heatwave. There is a reason for this bizarre content strategy. I promise.
I’m a day late posting these Pear Pancetta Hand Pies because my usual computer had to be rushed to the hospital yesterday. The machine just went dark on me while I was editing the photos for this post. So, naturally I did what any logical person would do, I swore at my computer. And when that didn’t work, I cried at it for 20 minutes. Unbelievably, that didn’t work either. So, I took out a cloth and gave my computer a good clean hoping to nurture it back to life. The computer didn’t so much as flicker because a sponge bath is not what broken computers need. Finally, I admitted defeat, bundled up my mac and sought help. Last night I dropped my ailing computer off at my local repair shop. Fingers crossed the old girl will make it through.
Hey, guys! Consider today’s Concord Grape Focaccia Ring with Baked Camembert my first official fall offering. Yes, it’s a happy return to carbs, cheese, and coziness. And while I have had my misgivings about the season to come, I’ve come down firmly on the side of fall. It feels pretty good to leave the fence behind. The only trouble is, Toronto weather is not with me on this one.
When September hit, Torontonians were immediately plunged into fall-like temperatures. On the weekend following Labour Day, I attended a friend’s birthday party in Trinity Bellwoods Park and I was shivering when the sun went down. Shivering! I mourned the untimely death of summer but then I came to terms with it. I embraced fall and began chatting excitedly about Thanksgiving. Then summer returned, possibly for revenge – I really can’t be sure.
I have a question for you. Ready? Do you always crave popcorn when you’re in the vicinity of a movie theater? You notice that didn’t say “get” I said “crave”. I’m sure we have all demonstrated some form of will-power in the past. But is there still some part of you that is desperate for that horrible, lukewarm, mass-produced popcorn the moment you catch a whiff of it? I’m only asking because I don’t want to feel alone. I always want it, even though I know it’s an unnatural shade of yellow and swimming sodium. What’s a girl to do? Well, I figured the only way to kick my theater popcorn habit was to form a dependency on a vastly superior popcorn. So, I want you to think of today’s Furikake Popcorn with White Miso Butter as the methadone to theater popcorn’s heroin. Too dark?