Which Came First? – Part Two


Last time I shared some recipes, I rolled out my favourite chicken recipes from Epicurious. Today, I give you our favourite egg recipes, mostly from Daddy’s collection, and it seems he’s been holding out on me!

Bread Pudding Soufflé with Whiskey Sauce

What the what? This sounds ridcu-awesome, and I want to eat it right now. This is definitely not gluten-free, and really heavy on the booze, New Orleans’ style.

Lemon Curd Mousse Cake

Here’s another one that I need to taste. I think the crust would be relatively easy to make gluten-free, and this recipe looks easy and delicious!

Lemon Crème Brûlée with Fresh Berries

This is a delicious and simple crème brûlée, and you won’t be disappointed.

Ginger and Vanilla Bean Crème Brûlée 

I first tasted this at the end of a painstakingly-prepared Thai meal. It is hands down the best crème brûlée I’ve ever tasted.

Quiche au Fromage

Quiche is always a crowd pleaser, and makes for a fantastic, simple week night meal. Our kids love it, and we can send it for lunch the next day.

Scrambled Eggs with Leeks and Fava Beans

We served this fresh and delicious dish at our Spring Equinox brunch, and I’m glad I kept a little dish for leftovers because it was devoured. Despite the fancy additions, the kids devoured it. I think it was because of the crusty parmesan dusting on top.

Curried Pea Frittata with Fresh Tomato Chutney

I’m so glad I found this one again because I’m totally going to make it next week using peas and tomatoes from my garden. It’s mild and simple and perfect with a few dashes of siracha sauce.

Dutch Baby

This is so simple and the variations are endless. We’ve made sweet (and you can add vanilla or cinnamon or nutmeg) and savory versions, and they are always so yum.

For a small-medium (8-10″) cast iron pan or baking dish:

4 eggs
1/2 C flour
1/2 C milk
2Tb butter
pinch of salt
For a 12″ pan, use 1.5 x these ingredients:
6 eggs
3/4 C flour
3/4 C milk
3Tb butter
bigger pinch of salt 
Preheat oven to 425, heat pan, melt butter, put batter in (we blend it in our Blentec first), bake for 20-25 until puffed and brown. Take to table quickly for maximum effect!
 This recipe is easy to scale up for bigger pans. Cast iron isn’t necessary but it’s best for brown even crust. 
Topping ideas are many, of course, but the traditional German version (Dutch probably comes from the word Deutsche)  is lemon and icing sugar.

I hope you like these! Do let me know if you come up with any delicious variations!

Hot Cross Buns


At Easter, I don’t celebrate the Resurrection. I find it hard to buy into. Instead, I turn my thoughts to rebirth, rejuvenation; coming into the light again after a period of darkness. I suppose you could say that I postpone my Spring Equinox festivities to a later date when I can celebrate with family and friends, who I am sure are also not celebrating the Resurrection; at least not in a literal sense.

(I’m experimenting with semi-colon. Please let me know how I am doing.)

I ran some errands in Bloor West Village yesterday. I saw not one but two men wandering down the street dressed as the Easter bunny, with truly frightening giant plush heads. Why, oh why? I was terrorized by these “mascots” as a child. They never, ever fooled me either.

The Easter Bunny has nothing to do with Christ. Or Hallmark.

Did you know that the Great Mother Goddess of the Saxon people in Northern Europe, and similarly, the “Teutonic dawn goddess of fertility [was] known variously as Ostare, Ostara, Ostern, Eostra, Eostre, Eostur, Eastra, Eastur, Austron and Ausos.

The roots of the people in the early days of Europe when the Christians first arrived shaped all these holidays that we celebrate today.

Our roots shape and inform the way we celebrate at present, and the way we tell our stories and celebrate our tradition moving through future generations. A finger is always dipped in the pie of the past.

I’ll bet it took a long, long time for the early Christians to convince the Pagan tribes to adopt their new mythology. I know they had to create some parallels, for sure. How else would these people ever relate to this strange new culture?

As I understand it, during that time, things could be relatively peaceful too. There are stories of peaceful Christian monks living alongside Druid Priests, sharing knowledge and ideas (and no doubt enjoying all the meade and bonfire-lit revelry.)

I bet things didn’t start to get violent until someone in Rome started to loose patience, and felt threatened by the idea that there was a whole pantheon of gods who were vibrant long before J.C. and his big daddy.

Then the people were forced to leave their tradition behind, in ways that shan’t be described here, on such a nice, sunny spring morning.

I am embracing my past. I am honoring the stories that have shaped me. I am closely examining the pain and the pleasure, the sorrow and the triumph so that I can move towards a place where I can incorporate the rituals and customs that brought me the most joy into celebrations that involve new mythology. Without my dark and sometimes chaotic Pagan Dieties, I will never be able to appreciate this new god of Light and Love. In a perfect world, all the archetypes of my lifes’ mythology will enjoy a meal together someday. With a pile of brightly coloured eggs in the centre of the table, just so we always remember what came before.

Saturday Poem:
(not mine.)

Bells For Her (Tori Amos)

And through the life force and there goes her friend
On her Nishiki it’s out of time
And through the portal they can make amends

Hey would you say whatever we’re blanket frinds
Can’t stop what’s coming
Can’t stop what is on its way

And through the walls they made their mudpies
I’ve got you mind I said she siad I’ve you voice
I said you don’t need my voice girl you have your own
But you never thought it was enough
So they went years and years
Like sisters, blanket girls
Always there through that and this
There’s nothing we cannot ever fix I said

Can’t stop what’s coming
Can’t stop what is on it’s way
Bells and footfalls and soliers and dolls
Brothers and lovers she and I were
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes
There’s nothing I can do
Can’t stop what’s coming
Can’t stop what is on it’s way

And now I speak to you, are you in there?
You have her face and her eyes
But you are not her
And we go at each other
Like blankets who can’t find
Their thread and they’re bare

Can’t stop loving
Can’t stop what is on its way
And I see it coming and It’s on its way