Tiny Things

This is Ruby, our new puppy. She’s tiny. This is Floof, my sister’s dog (my nephew), when he was a puppy. He was also tiny. He’s still tiny. This is Benji, my mom’s dog, a few months ago. Tiny.  I bet everyone reading this went ‘aaaawwwww’. That’s because (a) my dogs are objectively the cutest… Continue reading Tiny Things

Cats, pineapples, and I

We recently adopted a cat. She’s an all-white elegantly dainty little thing with a pretty pink nose and large topaz eyes. She had been left behind when her previous owners emigrated (rude, but good for us). Zoë (her name) is a pure-bred Turkish Angora cat, who – as a kitten – would have cost upwards of… Continue reading Cats, pineapples, and I

The Profound Comfort of Food

When I fell at school and scraped open my knee my teacher gave me a Marie biscuit while she called my mom to come fetch me. After the events of 9/11, supermarkets and restaurants in New York reported a spike in mashed potato sales. When I graduated with my Master’s degree, we celebrated with pancakes… Continue reading The Profound Comfort of Food

In Defence of Brussels Sprouts

Of all the vegetables in existence, there is none so polarising as the brussels sprout. Brussels sprouts look like tiny cabbages, and are in the brassicas family along with (perhaps equally despised) broccoli and cauliflower. They are grown in abundance in the United States, having been brought over from Europe, where they were predominantly grown… Continue reading In Defence of Brussels Sprouts

The Ubiquity of Oat Biscuits

It was recently Anzac Day in Australia and New Zealand, which was brought to my attention by a surge in the number of Instagram posts prominently featuring oat biscuits. Anzac biscuits are eggless oat biscuits that were historically made by the wives of Australian and New Zealander (what’s the adjective?) soldiers fighting in World War I. This… Continue reading The Ubiquity of Oat Biscuits

Greek Easter

As a child, Easter involved hunting for sickly-sweet Beacon marshmallow eggs and other pastel-coloured atrocities, which would inevitably sit uneaten in the pantry for months until my mom threw them away (to make space for the following year’s haul, duh). But for my sister and me (and obviously a few other children with Orthodox connections)… Continue reading Greek Easter

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