I made a mistake. I baked something, took pictures of it while standing over the table and getting really really excited to share it wit...

A few weeks ago, my mom flicked someone off. It was entertaining and mildly embarrassing. She was driving and we were leaving a busy plaz...

Like the other 50% of Torontonians that flocked to High Park to admire the cherry blossoms, I thought I'd share their beauty with ...

I always give away my baked goods lest I eat them all to myself, self-control is not my forte.  For more than half the year, many of t...

I bought a small bouquet of tulips the other day. They were singing to me, their yellow tinged lips and ruby petals were too pretty not...

Happy new year dear readers! I hope the new year is treating you well. I planned to post this weeks ago, but was hit with severe back p...

The best part of being invited to dinner parties is having an excuse to bake something I wouldn't normally make. Some cakes are to...

I’m a snacker. Even an hour after lunch, my mouth already itches for food. It's not that I don't eat much, but I usually st...

I moved to Shanghai when I was eight, it took me a while to adjust to the cultural shock of crazy fast taxis, the thick smog that hung st...

My dad, like me, can’t live without sweets. I can’t imagine a week a day without chocolate, cakes or cookies, the sheer thought of it c...

Meet my grandpa (or in Cantonese, my yeye ). He passed away more than five years ago, I didn’t even go to the funeral, I was in school a...