and then what?

What sucks most about spending a whole day baking endless batches of cookies, is not having any decent ones left at the end of the day.

Now I'm going to have to spend another day doing it all over again. I hate Christmas.

cross post because this one really rocked

I had a lot of fun making this cake and I'm pretty damn happy about the way it turned out. Next time, the body will get a little more shaping, but hey, I was hungover from monkeyco Christmas party and didn't even feel like baking.

Now taking orders.

mimolette… a cheese of cannonballic proportions

Cheese is the food that I crave on a daily basis. Even if it’s just a nanosecond of the day, the desire for the luscious milky goodness of cheese is intense.

My foray into the world of cheese did not begin at an early age. I grew up on Mini Baby Bels and Kraft Singles donuts – a slice of Kraft Singles folded neatly in half, a bite taken out of the middle of the fold, and unfolded to get a toothy hole in the middle of the orange square. It wasn’t until my early teens that I experienced anything other than mozzarella, cheddar and the occasional piece of edam. A small wedge of camembert at a monastery lunch and I’ve been hooked every since.


Mimolette (or “Boule de Lille”) caught my eye during Tuesday’s lunchtime trip to the market. Frankly put, it looks like a cantaloupe. The outside rind is a textured, pockmarked beige-brown while the hard cheese on the inside is a bright carrot orange. I asked for a taste and then… WOW. Blown away.

It is a cheese that crumbles and melts away slowly in your mouth. There is a buttery, salty nuttiness to the flavour but also a hint of something fruity or perfumey; maybe even a touch of caramel if you think about it hard enough. The finish is clean with no lingering cheesy memories on your breath (note to self: good date cheese!).

where: chris’ cheesemongers (st. lawrence market)
caveat: $$ at $63/kg, it's not cheap! yikes!

la maquette

wild mushroom strudel in a spinach and leek cream sauce



La Maquette is supposedly the city's most romantic restaurant. I can see how one might think that if one was sitting on the patio on a warm summer day watching freshly married people walk out of St. James Cathedral, but the inside decor is heavy and stuffy and feels somewhat like a slightly dated Woodbridge fine dining establishment.

chilean sea bass on basmati rice



The food is french influenced and surprisingly inconsistent for such a highly touted restaurant. The highlight of the meal (and the only thing really worth talking about) is the wild mushroom strudel appetizer. Surprisingly rich in texture and flavour, the strudel pastry was tender, flakey and melted quickly on the tongue. The wild mushrooms were well seasoned (no bland mushrooms here) with a depth that was enhanced by the slight sweetness of the spinach and leek sauce.

While I can't see myself making a special trip to King East for any of the entrees that we ordered(chilean sea bass, duet of organic chicken and foie gras terrine, and duck confit), I look forward to a pre-theater or people watching afternoon with the musroom strudel and a glass of wine (or two).

where: 111 king st. east

rhymes with orange

2 weeks of tangerine obsession... culminates in... failure...

Some things are better when you dream about them, and not when you try to bring it into reality.