I have heard the oft stated “I can’t bake” too many times to count. I’ll admit I’ve even said it myself… but that is all going to change. A few weeks ago,…
Author: emiglia
Little Italy
I am still sans camera, so the words in this post are going to have to do. I may come back and edit in some pictures later. Hopefully I’ll have my little…
My House Smells Like Fall.
I told my friend this, and he said, “So what does that smell like? Leaves?” Pumpkin. Cloves. Nutmeg. Cinnamon. I just baked Pumpkin Walnut Muffins, and the second I grated the nutmeg…
Cream Puffs in Venice
If I had to pick one food blog I’m addicted to, it would have to be Ivonne’s. I check it daily, hopefully anticipating a new recipe to add to my list of…
Green Plums
Something awful has happened. My camera has died. Well… I guess in reality, it’s not as awful as all that. You see, my camera isn’t dead so much as in hibernation: I…
Porto Rico
OK… I can see how this could be getting a little confusing… see… I live in two cities. It’s actually a bit more complicated than that. If I’ve lived anywhere (and I…
Kensington Market
Kensington Market. *sigh* A known mecca within the student population here in Toronto as a place to go for cheap clothing and cheaper weed, I go not for the sketchy, strung out…
The Clam Box
I recently visited The Clam Box in Ipswich, MA, famous for its fried seafood including scallops, mussels, haddock, and of course, its namesake, the clam strip. One interesting aspect of the restaurant…
Salads
OK, so as you can see, my camera cord finally got here, and I am using this as an opportunity for some completely shameless food porn of salads. Salads are awesome… especially…
Flagel
According to my friend Izzy, who hails from Wisconsin, her father had never even heard of a bagel until he visited New York City for the first time in the seventies. Thankfully,…