Soup Is a Labour of Love

I love soup. I love purées, creams, and bisques. But most of all, to me, nothing surpasses the humble soup broth. They’re light, rich in flavour, and deeply comforting. When done right, of course. There’s a certain satisfaction I find in a well-made, clear broth. And they’re most definitely a labour of love. Just lastContinue reading “Soup Is a Labour of Love”

I Ate Seven Ice Blocks

There’s a sense of childlike joy you feel chasing after ice cream trucks down the street. And I find it a little ironic because I never did that as a kid. Not because I wasn’t allowed to, but just because we had ice cream at home. It was simply more expensive to buy them fromContinue reading “I Ate Seven Ice Blocks”