I am standing in the kitchen, with its polka-dot floor, its window overlooking the Golden Gate, and its walls painted Asparagus Soup. (Or maybe the Asparagus Soup was later. All incarnations of that kitchen have merged into one in my mind.) A pot of water is boiling merrily on the stove, and I stand tiptoe [...]
Whenever I go to the States, or someone from the States comes up to visit me or someone in my circle of acquaintance, there’s always the question: “Do you want anything from the States?” or “Would you like me to bring you something from Canada?” Sadly, no fresh fruits or vegetables, thanks to restrictions at [...]
It began as a quest for Sense and Sensibility. My roommate and I had a rare night off from rehearsing (for this play—Montrealers, take note) and were in dire need of some Austen. Apparently, we also in dire need of some food, because we returned from the journey with a chicken purchased on the spur [...]
