Like a ribbon of verdant grass curled around my finger I remember my youth of running barefoot through the grass and clover chasing the flight of butterflies over Okanagan air like the wind whispering love to the tail of a dancing kite pale sulfur sails panel the blue as long crooked legs come alight upon…
Red Rooster – Gewürztraminer (2012)
One sip, and you’re caught in a flavourful and syrupy bouquet of white fruit: pear and lychee. And, if fruit-forward isn’t enough, well, it ends with a splash of citrus: yes, as the label reads, you will certainly taste a fully-ripe and sweet grapefruit at the end. Produced on the southern tip of Okanagan Lake…
Beauty in the Weeds
Barnboard Cattle Chute
Picturesque Sublimity
Split-Rail Fence
Wired Sky
Harvesting an Identity
Long has the harvest been an important part of my life and long has it been associated with fall, bountiful cornucopias of food, and Thanksgiving. Growing up in the Okanagan Valley, the fall harvest meant picking the last of the fruit and stripping our garden of its remaining plenty before tilling the vegetation back into…
Maple-Apple Jelly
At its most fundamental level, cooking is pure chemistry and physics. At its most profound, it is art, tradition, culture, identity and love. Nothing arguably combines both as purely as making preserves. Thus when I took up the most recent challenge in The Canadian Food Experience Project chose to make it personal, I found myself with the challenge…
Preserving: Our Canadian Tradition
I grew up among trees. Indeed, trees define a huge part of our national identity – and our food – in this country. Speak to any foreigner about their image of Canada and it will almost universally be of “wilderness” and the wide expanse of mountains, water, open spaces, and trees. Growing up, everywhere I…