I don’t know about you, but shortbread cookies are, in my opinion, one of life’s ultimate pleasures. The sweet buttery taste, the delicious flakiness, and the golden sheen of a perfectly baked cookie.
Typically, crab apple trees in Montreal yield plenty of fruit in the summer but none of it is particularly edible. It is usually tart to the point of sucking all the moisture out of your gums while at the same time leaving an acidic and nauseating aftertaste in your mouth.Given this knowledge and the past experience of taking a large bite out of an unripe crab apple and being most disappointed with the sensation, I was fairly skeptical when my dad sent me a pdf of how-to-cook-with-crab-apples while at camp. Continue reading
Today I attempted a challenge of mythic proportions. This Herculean feat was not one for the light-hearted. It demanded courage, strength, determination, and the ultimate devotion to one’s craft.
Or so these guys would have me think:
Laduree, official snobbe de paris and Pierre Herme, author of this book:
I hereby copyright that title.
So, I have a friend with whom I enjoy geeking out. Last week’s topic of discussion was authorial intent, Freudian analysis, and applied modern critical theory to Christina Rossetti’s “Goblin Market”. If you haven’t read the poem, here’s a link: