New flavours on one of North America’s oldest streets

I was overjoyed when, in the middle of a chat about Asian cuisine, the Indonesian waiter at one of my favourite restaurants, Gado-Gado, told me that there was a new Filipino restaurant on rue Notre Dame, just a couple of blocks from where I live. But I have to admit it was a little surreal … Continue reading New flavours on one of North America’s oldest streets

Sugar shacking

When I was about eight years old, my grandparents came back to Manila from Vancouver for Christmas, and they gave me the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder as a present. I loved them — partly because they had such good eating in them, and also because they described daily life in a mileu that was totally … Continue reading Sugar shacking

After the quake*

Funny thing about turning forty. It changes people. Suddenly, you’re not just one year older—you’ve stepped into a whole new decade. And not just any decade, but the first decade of the rest of your life. Perspectives change. What’s important becomes clearer. You start seeing what’s still worth your time and energy. And it’s easier to … Continue reading After the quake*

The two M’s

I don't know what it is about the fall that makes me suddenly and keenly aware of time passing. Maybe it's the sight of the leaves turning, a bright brave blast of colour before they wither. Everywhere, signs of slow decay. It doesn't make me sad, but it does make me a bit more reflective. Summer, so eagerly awaited, … Continue reading The two M’s

Signs of spring

Spring used to be my favourite season, from the first snowdrop in February, to the delicate drifts of cherry blossoms, the golden trumpets of daffodils and the uplifted chalices of tulips, all the way to the lush blooming of the lilacs and the first roses. On the west coast of Canada, you can mark time … Continue reading Signs of spring