Dreams can be funny. They can be huge, over-the-top notions of how life could be, or strange stories that melt away as you rub the sleep from your eyes. Sometimes you’ve been dreaming a dream for so long, you can hardly recall how it all began.
Category / Dessert
As some of you may know, I am knee-deep in packing up my apartment right now, getting ready to move out at the end of the month.
Tonight I’m helping the boys out.
On Tuesdays I will be exploring a new location to satisfy my wanderlust while my feet remain firmly planted on Canadian soil. I’m so excited! I hope you’ll join me in these new adventures.
It’s been way too long since my taste buds have taken a trip.
When people find out how much I love to cook and bake and how much I enjoy dining out and following the latest Food Network series, they’ll often ask, “How do you stay in shape when you love food so much?”
My three favourite words.
I can tell it’s happening when I feel hungry 1 hour after a delicious, satisfying meal.
I can tell when I am filled to the gills but am still aching for dessert.
I know even when I convince myself I don’t know what’s wrong.
I can feel it in my gut.
I dreamt of chocolate cake last night.
In my world, this is not unheard of. My dreams are often consumed by food–things I’ve tried, things I want to try, new recipes–but this was different.
