Chicken Gorgonzola Penne

First of all, HAPPY 2014, you little minxes! So sorry to be AWOL lately. The holidays were, you know, the holidays (booked my Christmas Boycott to Maui trip already for this coming year, so bye-bye, family/suckers!). Then I did a ridiculous cleanse which included no alcohol and a lot of crying. And now I’m smack-dab…

A Toast to Halifax

I should probably be posting something Christmasy or holiday-y, because ’tis the season and all that, and lord knows we just haven’t got enough holiday bullshit I mean cheer to stuff our stockings with quite yet. But I just had to tell you about a trip I took to somewhere far, far, not-that-far-but-it-sure-feels-far-if-you’re-flying-coach: Halifax, Nova…

‘Budda Me, Baby

Get ready for this shocking revelation: I really like romance. Especially a new romance. I’m a cheesy little sucker for a sweet surprise, a heavy meeting of the eyes across a crowded bar, public displays of love and affection, and fervent, hot-blooded, can’t-get-enough-of-you uninterrupted trysts that last for days on end. The conventional bores me….

Turkey Sausage Risotto

Hello, my babies! I have been neglecting you. And for that I’m (wait for it, it happens once a year) truly sorry. But you see, I’ve been flitting around the world meeting a lot of you in person at various conventions/pop culture expos/bar stools, and it’s taken me this long to have a day with…

Oh, You Fancy, Huh?

First of all, lets hear it for the bargain. I like a sales rack. I scour the internet for the right deal on my Louis Vuitton luggage. I’m the idiot that reads those flyers at Whole Foods to see which kind of sustainable balsamic truffle mustard or whatever they’ve got on special that week. I…

Manicotti, Muther-effers!

So we’ve all got that one thing we can cook like a champ, whether you need to impress the boss or the mother-in-law or your probation officer, or you’ve just planned an impromptu dinner party and need something reliable in a flash. The recipe we can school pretty much blindfolded, our signature dish, our piece…

Opu + Ottawa = LOVE

Here I thought I was a bonafide, patriotic, true-blue Canadian. I’ve scarfed plenty a poutine at two in the morning, I’ve accompanied guys who’ve paid for the tickets to hockey games, I can spell Saskatchewan and sing the National Anthem word for word, and I’ve even seen Celine Dion in concert. ¬†Okay, those tickets were…