And last but not least, the Egg Flan. Must be viewed in motion. Restaurant - Azurmendi. Larrabetzu, Basque Country, Spain. September 2013. Chef - Eneko Atxa Architect - Naia Eguino. Lighting - Tom Dixon. Garden - In behind. Sustains the restaurant. Bowl- Marinated Blue Fish, tomato bush...

A few weeks ago my sister and I packed up the family cottage for the winter. While she packed linens, flipped mattresses and vacuumed sand from between the floorboards, I reminisced. I took pictures. I hung out in the shed. I rearranged beach glass in...

Over the month of July we (the crew at Clerisy Entertainment and myself) filmed a 6 episode cooking show pilot. During the development stages, Dale Stevens, the producer and director, emphasized the show would be 'host driven'; how I cook, tell stories, look and feel in the...

  It's time I took donkeys more seriously. Until a recent trip to Spain, I couldn't say the word without channeling Shrek. But everything changed that night in Sitges. We were dining alfresco, almost, at a restaurant aptly called, Alfresco. Part of the restaurant, deep within, is...

Warm, golden yolk on top- love or hate? My first yolk served as a 'sauce' rather than a breakfast dish unto itself was in a rustic Andalusian restaurant in the early 2000's. It was a cold and rainy night, so I ordered warm lentils with crispy...

My plastic green desk chair came from a Halifax yard sale. It was made in an Ikea factory in the 1980's. Who knows where it's been inbetween. I bought the chair because I liked it and it was was cheap. Lately my green chair has...

The day started at 5am with a food styling job for Dr. Joel, a naturopath who was promoting quinoa on Breakfast Television. My job was to make her display gorgeous, filling it with a cornucopia of quinoa cookies, glasses of chocolate banana quinoa smoothies,  quinoa...

The Larousse Gastronomique defines a croquembouche as a 'decorative cone-shaped preparation built up of small items of patisserie and glazed with a caramel syrup to make it crisp...

Last weekend we arrived at my parents house in Sherbrooke Village to a table covered in chanterelles. Outside a chickadee was feeding from my nephew's hand and a cock pheasant was looking through the kitchen window. Idyllic, I know. The land of the Camerons, the...

Food means different things to different people. It's fuel, it fulfils a craving, it's memory, it's comfort. For me it's also a connector, or a portal into someone else's life...