The first wealth is health. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
The last faded autumn leaflet hangs from a frozen branch, just a short fall from the tree to winter. ~ Terri Guillemets
In a wink of an eye, the last month of the year is here. At the beginning of the year, a year always seems like a long period of time but once December arrives, we can’t help but wonder where did the time go as we busy ourselves with the festivities of the season and the closing of yet another year.
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They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds. —Mexican Proverb
Growing up, there was no food that I didn’t like more than green mung bean curry. I won’t even mention, here on a food blog, what I thought it looked like. But, take those same mung beans and let them sprout and then make a curry, magically, the result would be my favourite food.
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Growing up, my favourite activity was reading. It wasn’t uncommon to find me with my nose in a book and my mind lost in between its pages. If I wasn’t reading a book, then I could have been found in the library, going through the rows and rows of books looking for the perfect stack to come home with.
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They’re pink, gorgeous, and probably the ultimate sign of spring. Whether they are cherry, crabapple or magnolia blossoms; streets, parks and gardens throughout the city transform, almost overnight, with these beauties. When all this is going on here in Montréal, it also means that we are still weeks away from the start of berry season and a seasonal snacking cake can look very much like an autumn cake (minus the spring blossom styling!). Lucky for us, we still have plenty of apples and parsnips from our last harvest.
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By far, my favourite cookie is the twice-baked Italian cookie known as biscotti. For the longest time though, I felt too intimidated to even attempt baking them at home. Plus, here in Montrèal, we are spoiled with choice when it comes to fine Italian bakeries so it was far too convenient to buy them. But once a friend showed me how easy it was to make biscotti at home, there was no turning back.