We woke up to a light dusting of snow this morning – not enough to really stick (it’s all gone now), but enough to remind me that winter is on its way.⁣⁠⁣⁠Of course, as I’m typing this, I’m seeing the weather forecast will hit 60F again by Friday, but it’s just for a day or …

It’s May…the middle of May to be exact, and it’s cold outside. Like October or early November cold. It seems Mother Nature is a bit confused these days. We’re done with winter. We’re done with fall. We’re done with rain and cold and wind and grey skies. But yet that has been our weather forecast …

Ahh, matzoh ball soup. Bubbie’s specialty, and guaranteed to cure what ails you. It’s the Jewish form of penicillin. Got a cold? Upset stomach? Sad about something? Bubbie’s on her way over with soup. For many, it’s a Friday night Shabbat staple. For others, it’s regular comfort food oncold winter nights, or in the middle …

First off, let’s establish right away that I am – and always have been a “sinkers” girl. Chewy, dense, sink-to-the-bottom-of-the-bowl matzoh balls have always been my jam. I’m not even sure I know how to make a “floater” matzoh ball. (Okay, I probably do, but we won’t dwell on that.) They aren’t true matzoh balls …

I love recipes that turn a classic dish on its side.  Lately I’ve been seeing an abundance of posts on Instagram about “Lasagna Soup”, and I’ve been intrigued.  But, I have and entire family of non-tomato sauce loving people (well, okay, one of them loves tomato but the feeling isn’t reciprocal.  The smallest two, however, …

I’m eating this soup for breakfast today.  I’m not kidding.   It’s Monday, and it’s raining. (Welcome to November in Toronto), and I spent my early morning running the kids to school, grocery shopping, and hauling out garbage bins under a blustery mist of rain, and I’m chilled to the bone.   While I waited for my tea …

When I was a (really little) kid, there was this restaurant my Dad used to take me to downtown (on McCaul Street in the Village by the Grange, for those who know the area).  It was called Ginsburg and Wong, and it was my first introduction to ‘fusion’ food. Well, not so much fusion in …