
“Do you speak Cantonese?” the man at the next table asks, setting down his Sing Tao Daily and peering at me over the top of his reading glasses.
I shake my head.
“Then why do you come to a Chinese cafe? Why …

“Do you speak Cantonese?” the man at the next table asks, setting down his Sing Tao Daily and peering at me over the top of his reading glasses.
I shake my head.
“Then why do you come to a Chinese cafe? Why …
“Here, smell this,” my husband Alan said the other night when he came home holding a paper bag.
I looked at him skeptically as he put the sack to my nose.
“I brought you a surprise,” he said. “Don’t worry. It’s …

I’ve always been a pecan pie girl.
But I’ve been traveling around Ontario recently, and on my travels, I’ve discovered a new contender for my pie affections.
The butter tart.
In case you are—like me until recently—...