eating out, nyc.

Longer Hollow Legs and I recently went on a jaunt to the Big Apple for a friend’s wedding – and of course, a little holiday.  Time away from home and its familiar tastes lends perspective, and I come home feeling incredibly grateful for the food and drink of my local boroughs. Coming home is always bittersweet …

Murgh makhani, or heaven in saucy form.

The best, BEST, butter chicken I ever had was at a hole in the wall in Toronto’s Little India neighbourhood.  I don’t remember the name of the place, but I’m sure if I ever walk past it again I will recognize its greasy windows.  Set up like a cafeteria, you wait in an unruly line …

winter is coming.

As the temperature drops, all I want to do is cook things on low and slow.  Soups, stews, roasts…things that take a few hours to cook, that need to be eaten in bowls while wearing fuzzy slippers and sweaters. A few years ago I discovered a Persian restaurant in Toronto called Pomegranate.  For my first …