For about a dozen years now, I have cooked Christmas dinner for Mr. and Mrs. Claus. It is a small intimate affair, just the two of them,...

Look at him! Staring into the pot, stroking his goatee with his right hand - his left hand placed on the small of his back. I saw that...

“Ink” Andrea Atchison knew it would be hard. The “it” was her father’s story, the one he always told between Christmas and New Year’s....

(a Ronnie Atchison story) “Come children. Let’s gather round. Let me tell you about the most amazing job interview I ever had. Yes, yes,...

I have always been suspicious of Friedrich Nietzsche, more now than when I was in school. Nietzsche was mad from syphilis by the age of...

Blueberry and White Chocolate tarte This recipe is inspired by a chef I worked for in Toronto in the late 1990’s, Eugene Shewchuk. At his...

Santa Fe I had never felt air like that before - thin, but not clean. It felt like a soft invisible dust on my face. I thought about the...

Dusk had settled in on rue Beaubien as I shuffled through the fresh snow. I was heading into my restaurant to inspect the veal stock I...

In my hand, I’m holding chit #78. I’m at the back of a mosh-pit of shoppers, and the air of a large butcher shop is bellowing like an...

“You slept with someone else?” “Yes, sorry” “Why?” “I don‘t know. We were at Myrtle Beach. He was cute. You were here. I just did it. I...

The Kite Antonio woke up one morning and put on his 100-year-old shoes. The shoes had been passed down from generation to generation....

Ricky “How did I get here?” The ever-hopeful rhetorical question. Somehow, we always hope the ‘here’ will be a better place than the last...