I love food.  It’s more than oral fixation and sensual infatuation.  More than satisfying cravings or rumbly tummies.  It’s about the preparation process and the excitement of what may come.  It’s an appreciation of high quality products and the chase that it might entail.  But, most importantly, it’s about the shared experience surrounding food, the creation of new memories and, if you’re lucky, stirring up a fond nostalgia past ones.

Following this philosophy, I started my first day in Toronto with a batch of my Oat Everything Cookies.  That grew to a blooming tea party, exotic Asian fruit tasting day and a semi-regular routine of making ice cream using the newly purchased maker.  We record our recipes and brainstorm crazy, can’t-be-found-in-stores flavors, on a group HCIceCream web page.  Already made are Nutella, durian, Italian espresso and cake batter ice creams, as well as a papaya sorbet.  Surprisingly (or not), many of the flavor suggestions revolve around alcohol (e.g., Guinness milk chocolate).

My parents were also kind enough to give/lend me a bread machine, so I have been taking advantage of all the new flours and other raw ingredients that are available in the markets near my apartment and sharing that with my suite- and labmates.

I create and discover new things all the time, almost exclusively with the intent to share them with any- and everyone I can find. Thank you for nurturing my love affair, Toronto.