Slow Cooker Vegetable Curry

I occasionally take barre classes, and there is one particular instructor that ends each class by saying, "make healthy food choices, don't ruin all of this hard work!"  Every time she says it my face turns red because I'm afraid it's obvious how much I've been thinking about food the entire time I was tucking and burning.  And not exactly "healthy" food.  I can't help it!  I was born this way!  I've said it before but it's like an obese German man from olden times sits in my brain and directs my thoughts towards brownies and burritos and bacon.  Thankfully, I'm able to control this man (most of the time), but it doesn't quiet exactly him.  We should probably name him, don't you think?  Gus?

So the other day, I wanted to make something in the crock pot with brisket or short ribs and wine and super rich flavors but then I heard my instructor's voice in my head.  It's like she's on one shoulder and Gus in on the other.  (I really hope she doesn't read this.)  Instead I made this Slow Cooker Vegetable Curry that was delicious and still tasted like comfort food!  And don't worry, Gus, I WILL be making something with short ribs later in the week...     

Recipe here!

Your Voice is Valid

Later this week, I�ll be back to regularly scheduled food posts. But I can�t just jump back into recipes without acknowledging that my heart is breaking for this country, for our planet�s environment, for my targeted friends and neighbors who are currently living in fear, and for everyone else who feels gutted by what�s to come in the next four years and by the precedent that has been set.


This blog started as a creative outlet. Overtime, I�ve gotten a tiny bit more personal, and I�ve shared quite a bit about my grief over losing my dad. And right now I�m grieving, and don�t intend to pretend I�m not. I don�t get a ton of views and I don�t receive one cent of revenue for writing here, so while I appreciate and occasionally cater to this site's followers, this space is mine to do with as I please. If you stick with me, when now and then I might talk about feelings more than food, then thank you. But if you don�t, that�s ok too. Some things matter, and some don�t. We all have one life to live in this world. 

In September Evan and I vacationed in Italy. We went to Rome and Puglia�the heel of the boot. I plan to share more about that here eventually, but just haven�t gotten around to it yet. It was a beautiful, fun, amazing trip. We did, however, have one bad (potentially near-death) experience, on our last full day in Italy, in Polignano a Mare (a beautiful town on the Adriatic Sea, pictured above!).

We had booked a boat tour of the cliff-side grottos, and when the time came, it was windy and wavy, but we went anyway, just the two of us and the captain in a small motor boat. The tour was cut short, because of the wind and waves, a quick out and back, cruising parallel along the coast-line. On the way back, I noticed suddenly that we had started veering toward the rocky cliff wall. I looked behind me at the driver, and to my alarm, saw that he had his head down, and was texting. I looked at Evan, who was facing out to sea, taking photos. He didn�t see what was happening. This all went down in less than a minute, probably all in a matter of seconds, but in my head it lasted forever. As I looked back and forth between the driver and the cliff, I knew it was bad. I knew we were headed straight toward a rock wall. I knew the driver wasn�t looking. But I didn�t say anything, I sat in alarm, watching it all happen. Part of this, I�m sure, was a natural fight/flight/freeze reaction (obviously the freeze part), but there was something else too. 

A few feet from hitting the wall, the driver looked up and screamed, throwing the boat in reverse, throwing us out of our seats onto the floor, narrowly missing the cliff wall, crossing himself and praying. Luckily, we didn�t crash into the wall, we were, all-in-all, fine. In that brief moment though, while I watched us nearly drive straight into a cliff, and felt the alarm of what was happening, my brain said �Surly this isn�t happening. He knows what he�s doing. He�s a professional.� I didn�t want to, excuse the pun, rock the boat. My fear of hitting the wall and my fear of speaking up were competing. I didn�t trust my gut. 

This event shook me pretty badly. Not just because we almost wrecked, but because I didn�t trust myself. I was afraid of speaking up and embarrassing myself. I think this is a fairly common and unique experience for women. I know that a few female friends I shared this story with identified with those feelings. Society tells us to be quiet. To second guess ourselves. To trust the men in the room. Fuck that.

I don�t want to be that person in the boat anymore. 

Don�t freeze. Don�t stay quiet. Don�t be demure.

Your feelings are valid. Your fears are valid. Your voice is valid. 

Roasted Cauliflower with Brown Butter

For 3 days now I've tried to write this post, and every morning I am interrupted by these tiny humans who call me Mom.  They need so much - I find it extremely rude.  They're like, mom can I have my vitamins and some breakfast and some milk - NO not in that cup - and WAIT I can't find my vitamin can I have another and I have poop in my diaper and I'm going to touch it and I'm coooold and need a blanket and so on and so forth.  Rude, right?  I'M TRYING TO WRITE A BLOG POST HERE.

  So today I woke up early to tell you about this roasted cauliflower that is finished with a nutty, brown butter, toasted pine nuts and zesty lime juice.  It's worth waking up early for and it's definitely worth making!  The original recipe called for pumpkin seeds, which I didn't have, so I used pine nuts and loved it.  I also added some lime zest before serving.  Cauliflower is my JAM, so I'm always excited to find a new way to prepare it (more favs here, here and here).  

Now if you'll excuse me, somebody just said mom 77 times in a row so I must go.

Recipe here.

Kerala crab and steelhead trout on CBC's Weekend Morning Show

 On Saturday morning I will be presenting the following dishes on CBC's Weekend Morning Show with guest host Sarah Penton.  The Wild Caught Alaskan Snow Crab legs, available at Gimli Fish, are so easy to work with!  They are precooked and frozen and the shells are scored to make eating the crab so much easier.