I tend to fall in love with dishes that break the “traditional” mold of a meal. Curried lentils for breakfast? You read my mind. Freshly baked tortilla chips sauced up with black beans for dinner? See ya later.
This unlikely pairing of blackened Brussels sprouts and fully loaded corn tortillas was inspired by my favourite taco spot in Hamilton, where the rap music is loud, and the list of vegetarian tacos is long.
As a veg-head at a meat lover’s table, I often catch myself in between two carnivores, gazing longingly at their fluffy mashed potatoes and roast beef, cascading with dark brown gravy. At holidays especially, we crave flavours rooted in past traditions. For me that’s rich and buttery Yorkshire pudding, juicy turkey carved with love by…
When my mom and I were planning our first mother-daughter-only trip together, we settled on India very quickly. The firecracker of colours, culture, and flavours have always tempted me from afar. Since that deliciously decadent trip, packed with mango lassi’s, garlic-speckled naan and mouthful’s of curry inferno, my devotion to tackling Indian flavours has been on the upswing.
I have always loved the activity of having people over, feeding them them too many things, entertaining them and keeping their glass full. But I have also always put a lot of stress on myself to get it ‘perfect’.