You know sometimes when you’re just doing your thing, like sweeping the kitchen floor and singing “Love me like you do” into the tip of the broom, and a random taste appears in your mouth out of nowhere, and you’re like WHAT IS THAT. WHAT. IS. THAT. And it’s not an actual taste, but it’s [Continue Reading…]
Cherry Piroshki
I spent most of my childhood at grandma’s little farm in Ukraine. I would spend the early mornings picking fresh cherries and raspberries and, over the following days, gorging on them. When we moved to Toronto with my husband, I knew there would be things about home I would miss – obvious ones like my [Continue Reading…]