We’ve eaten our fair share of sriracha sauce over the last year.
We make these roasted potatoes hash and douse them in sriracha and ketchup – it’s SO good!
Then there’s the classic avocado and sriracha toast, which I must admit, was the reason why I got my first bottle of sriracha.
We swirl it in soups and stews now for that extra zing, and use it in marinades and sauces… it’s a versatile condiment; hot and spicy with a touch of sweetness.
Here’s a fascinating short video about its origin and the man who made it popular in North America.
During these dark cold months, I relish simple nutritious meals that can be prepped in advance; it’s usually so dark by the time I get off work that I love the convenience of not having to cook.
Here’s where meals like this quinoa, peas and sriracha roasted fennel come into play.
I was supposed to be in Seattle this weekend, but plans changed so I stayed home and baked a large pizza instead.
It’s easy to sometimes forget that Seattle is only two and the half hours away, with a border between us it does seem farther away oftentimes.
I love day trips to Seattle. My favourite way to discover the city is to explore it one neighbourhood at a time.
We stopped by Oddfellows, a delightfully rustic neighbourhood café and bar in the Capitol Hill district on a recent visit to Seattle.
A few months ago, we were picking up packages in Point Roberts when we came upon a lonely little apple tree on the side of the road with few bright red fruits dangling off its branches.
Of course, we ambled our way through the dry bushes to pick them but then debated whether we could bring apples (from Point Roberts, since technically you can’t bring apples from Washington State) across the border, so we picked just one for our journey home.
It wasn’t the tastiest; it was tart and somewhat astringent but we ate that apple like the best we’d ever had.
That weekend we bought a sack of apples from the store having convinced ourselves that we needed to snack on apples more… but occasionally, I would think of the little apple tree by that sleepy road.
Its wild fruit would fall and become food for birds and wildlife in the area – perhaps that is its purpose.
This was our first homemade gnocchi, made on a blustery dark Sunday afternoon.
When I’ve been curious about women (and men) who make their own gnocchi, I imagined little old grandmas in faraway picturesque Italian countrysides, in sunny kitchens overlooking spetacular Mediterranean farmlands and vineyards, and rolling hills.
Yet, here we were in a tiny kitchen on a gloomy rain soaked street making gnocchi.
It was like baking for me; the process of mixing, kneading, rolling and cutting of dough, and finally, waiting patiently for the gnocchi to rise to the top of the bubbling pot of water… felt soothing.
It’s almost cathartic, especially on a moody day while music filters in from the living room; a resonant crooner sings of church, when really it’s a metaphor for sexuality.
Happy New Year dear reader! I hope your day on this new year was filled with hope, great optimism and positive reflection.
I love the sense of rejuvenation that comes with the start of a new year.
We woke up to a pleasantly sunny wintry morning; the kind that casts a bright and cheery outlook on your mood – we haven’t had one of those in a while.
Although I’m not really one for New Year’s resolutions, I made a resolution of sorts last year, so maybe I’m a resolution maker after all.
One of the things I want to work on this year is to limit the amount of food I throw away.
I hate wasting food, it’s something I’ve grappled with for a while, and maybe it’s because I grew up in a household where we once had little to eat but it literally hurts my heart to throw food away.
According to the British institution of Mechanical Engineers 50% of food we produce ends up in the trash!
I want to do my bit by making sure that I don’t throw away food just because I never got around to eating it.